*So yeah, it's official. I hate the snow. -yells- It ruined my day. I can't see my baby, it's cold, and I think I'm catching something. <---that is my parents fault. Thanx mommy and daddy. How is it their fault? I'll tell you. They went food shopping in Yonkers. (it's not that far, but it isn't like that close either). Anyways, my daddy calls and tells me that when they get to 125th, they'd call me. (so check it, I live on 123rd, but here in the City, one street can run on for many avenues.) Kay so they get 125th and they call. Mind you, I've been dressed since they called over an hour ago. Not only that, but I took out the shopping carts also. Oh yeah, I had already decided that I'd take the elevator down instead of trying to clonk down the 3 flight of stairs. So he calls and I jet out the door. It's freezing cold outside, and I had on no sweater or hat. I thought it would be a one two thing especially since I asked him to call when they wer down the block. To make a not so long story even shorter, I ended up waiting over 10 minutes in the snow. To make matters worse, they didn't even see the messed up part. -punches fist-
**Now I am forced to spend my Saturday in my room, with a TON of hot coco, some movies and my 360. The snow kept him from me =[ next time though baby.
My nose feels weird now and my chest hurts. Gosh I'm so angry.
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