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Monday, February 21, 2005
It's snowing (isn't it wondrous?)
For half a moment, which really isn't much at all, my North London street is white. It melts of course, leaving shit-smeared suburban streets.
Snow might be my favourite thing (ever). When I was sevenish, I lived outside Chicago and there was record snowfall. Bulldozers piled it up in the car parks, leaving man-made hills. And the awesomest of all the man-made hills stood, glaring over our whole town. Purpose-built for sledding (literally).
Does praying to nothing help? Nothing, please give me snow... Please?
For half a moment, which really isn't much at all, my North London street is white. It melts of course, leaving shit-smeared suburban streets.
Snow might be my favourite thing (ever). When I was sevenish, I lived outside Chicago and there was record snowfall. Bulldozers piled it up in the car parks, leaving man-made hills. And the awesomest of all the man-made hills stood, glaring over our whole town. Purpose-built for sledding (literally).
Does praying to nothing help? Nothing, please give me snow... Please?
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That happened to me when I was 14. We got to stay home from school for a whole week. It was the best.
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