Why I Hate the Snow
I really do hate snow. I can't even begin to describe how much. I guess that's probably one of the reasons I never should have moved to Michigan from California in the first place.

It all goes back to my Army days. I used to hate waking up in the field during the Winter when it was extremely cold, you'd pull yourself out of a tiny tent, and then you'd see nothing but white cold stuff. You'd be freezing, and you'd hate every moment of it. And then some colonel with something to prove would decide to road march the entire battalion at five AM in the morning, when you're not only cold, but now you're tired and miserable.

I guess I see snow as that every time I see it. Today, I was walking home from class, and all I could think to myself was "evil snow!"

Stumble It!