I pit this fucking snow that's actually sticking to the ground.
This is Georgia and this should not be. I'm supposed to get lost looking for Peachtree Street, I'm supposed to respond to "ma'am", I'm supposed to eat grits, and I'm supposed to say, "bless your heart".
The song is, "A Rainy Night In Georgia" not a fucking snowy afternoon in Georgia.
I'm not supposed to have to deal with this.
I'm allergic to fucking snow. This town will probably shutdown soon - my afternoon television viewing will be interrupted by gleeful newscasters reporting on the run on milk and bread at the local groceries. The meteorologists will show up in their weekend emergency clothes because of the emergency.
I will be unable to wear my really cute boots to go skating tonight since I will bust my ass if I try to do my cute walk on icy pavement.
THERE MIGHT NOT BE SKATING. Whoa! This is serious.
Whoever's in charge of this fucking snow: CUT IT OUT! Now!