SNOWED IN

I had good plans for the evening. But sometime between 6:30 and 7:30 it snowed. It snowed like a motherfucker and all of a sudden, my car was under 4 inches of snow. I started to drive downtown anyway, against my parents' wishes, but it's Saturday night and I need to have fun. But then the car in front of me slowed to turn right. I breaked. But nothing, just the sound of crunching snowing beneath my tires. I breaked harder and I felt the tires lock. Anti-lock breaks my ass. Quickly, I checked the left mirrors and changed lanes in the nick of time. Divine intervention. Thank God. Thank God. Thank God. That's when I decided to turn around and go home.

I hate it when I have to swallow my pride and admit my parents were right. So there go my Saturday night plans. I was going to meet up with Jennie and Di and introduce them to my favourite bar, The Press Club and/or see KR spin at STILL and/or go to a party with D. Instead, I'm stuck at my parents's house in suburbia and without my beautiful iBook, I feel even more naked. I've got nothing except this old PC (which about to combust any second now), four more bottles of Heineken and cable TV (but it's Saturday night).

At least there's that semi-comforting feeling of "home" here. I like to riffle through my old things and figure out the puzzle pieces that make up my life.