Loving and Hating
Snow.
It’s weird when you can love and hate things at the same time. Here’s what I mean.
I love snow. As long as I’m not having to commute in it.
That’s when I hate snow.
Everyday I wake up and occasionally it’s snowed the night before. The first thought I have everytime I see snow: Niiice!
The thought I have right after that (if I have to go to work)- FUCK!!
Like seriously, it’s probably unhealthy having such and influx of emotions in a matter of seconds.
Oh well…