Like ... uhm... I don't know, something, and it will be bad, really bad.
Hating, despising and so on... snow.
Thanks to the stupid snow, neither of my brothers is coming to my mom's Christmas party cause it's too dangerous to try and get here. Hell I wouldn't have managed to get here, if it weren't for my uncle. And now there's a high chance I won't be able to get to my dad's place tomorow.
I really really can't stand snow. And there's nothing utterly nothing worse than a White Christmas. *grumble*
