Ok, I've had it. Now that the snow's finally melting, I'm officially bored of this weather.
I'm sick of walking around like one of those clockwork dolls to avoid falling on my arse. No I don't have a key in my back. But I can put my foot up the backside of the next person who pisses me off.
I'm sick of slush being sprayed at me by passing cars whose drivers are irritated that I haven't fallen on my arse and given them a cheap laugh just because I didn't fall over like that bloke on the news the other night.
I'm sick of driving at 15 miles per hour and arriving into work late.
I'm sick of the fucking teenage c***s who decide that 1.30 in the morning is a perfect time for a drunken snowball fight in Ballyfuck Main Street.
I'm sick of not having any running water (but at least I got plenty of bottled stuff without a fight).
I'm sick of walking around like one of those clockwork dolls to avoid falling on my arse. No I don't have a key in my back. But I can put my foot up the backside of the next person who pisses me off.
I'm sick of slush being sprayed at me by passing cars whose drivers are irritated that I haven't fallen on my arse and given them a cheap laugh just because I didn't fall over like that bloke on the news the other night.
I'm sick of driving at 15 miles per hour and arriving into work late.
I'm sick of the fucking teenage c***s who decide that 1.30 in the morning is a perfect time for a drunken snowball fight in Ballyfuck Main Street.
I'm sick of not having any running water (but at least I got plenty of bottled stuff without a fight).
When it was white it was lovely. How fickle am I?
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