The huge-ass snowstorm we got last night wasn't exactly Blizzard-of-'79 strength, but there's a healthy 10 inches or so of snow on the ground, with more to come. It's turned every parking lot into a winter wonderland and every driver into an incompetent asshole. I hope to get out at lunch today and enjoy some of the pristine winter-white beauty of the snow before it settles into a filthy gray-brown mush that I will spend the next two weeks swearing at.
I found out last night that my girlfriend likes "I Don't Know How to Love Him", the worst song from Jesus Christ Superstar. In related news, my girlfriend found out last night that I hate "I Don't Know How to Love Him", the best song from Jesus Christ Superstar. Naturally we broke up immediately and started throwing plates at each other, but through the strength and power of L-U-V we're back together and determined to politely overlook this grotesque, repulsive character flaw on one another's part.