gr arg

So, we've got quite a blizzard going on today. It's not too cold except for the wind, which is strong and cold, and the snow's been falling thickly all day long. There are little snow dunes and diagonal drifts everywhere and powder snakes in the street.

And the fucking bus driver pulled away two minutes before her departure time while I was half a bus length away, walking towards the door and waving. Then I got to walk home in a blizzard! I should have put two scarves on, because the one kept falling down, forcing me to put my hands up to my face to cover it while snow blew in my eyes and into my hood and down the back of my neck.

We got two lovely pairs of Chinese mj flats at Indiska, though, in red and black leather. My red mj craving satisfied! The glaring absence of a second pair of black dress shoes in our household, satisfied! And for only €13 apiece.

divine guidance... divine gps?

Wax belatedly noticed when we got home from the post office today that the sheet of stamps I made her pick up from next to the cash register... are Jesus stamps.

What, like for if you need some guidance between leaving your home and reaching the post drop box? "Jesus, please help me. Do I turn left or go straight?" (perhael: "Jesus, do I need one or two of you? For my package is large.")

ETA: the second-to-last unnecessaryquot is hilarious in light of this entry:



LOLCAT PERV JESUS.