I hate snow. Really I do. Everytime I see it I want to shoot it or something. I hate being stuck in the house, shoveling the drive way, scraping the snow off of the car or getting stuck in the snow. If I have to push another car out of the snow again I will drown myself in the snow. Seeing the poor people though struggling to get out of the snow and their cars just wont do it makes me so pissed. I want to help them but the other neighbors wont. They slowly close their windows or pretend the did not see that person celarly stuck in the snow slapping their steering wheel in desperation. Me, being the nice person get the damn snow shovel, put on my already soaked clothing, my boots frozen, and my sunglasses to keep the snow out and I help shovel the person out of the snow. Then what happens? He gets stuck in the damn street when cars are trying to get somewhere and then another thirty minutes goes by and I am still shoveling him out until he is safely on his way. But lo and behold! Another car get stucks. I am at it again being the nicer person while my useless, stupid, idiotic, sensless neighbors watch with satisfaction because they did not have to help. I give them a quick glare and maybe the finger and continue my work. Yeah who cares. School has been canceled, youth group, choir, not church, but we sometimes dont go because of the snow and seeing cool people. Why? Because of the fucking snow. Excuse my English. I am just so paranoid with the snow I cant think straight. I have drunken too much hot chocolate, tea and coffee to keep warm, I have to turn up the damn heat in the house and that just raises the energy bill. It should be free. Really it should because there is just too much snow. I am moving to California now. Colorado can just go to hell. If it went to hell dont you know how much warmer it would be? Just imagine...
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About Me
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- I pondered and wondered how I can make my About Me section more powerful...More funny...But what a fucking waste of my precious little time. The time I spent trying to tell you guys that my name is only Rachel. Or MASTER. That I think people who party with beer and drugs are animals. Lions or tigers or bears, Oh Shit. That I am actually anti people and selfish people make me sick. That I delight in seeing people trip or fall. That I am actually a VERY cool person that lives in freaken Comedy Central and I evolve my life around Monster Energy Drink. What exactly do I have to say to get it through your little minds that I am just a girl living the big fucking dream. But as they say Americans are 100% American and 99% Idiot. What if I told you I came from California, that I am in a retarded Band called Phycotic Outbreak of the Accused November. Or just POAN. If you are still reading this, thank you. And go on about your way. But what if I told you more? Just what if. I pondered about that question and came to no fucking resolution.