Crap, I sound like the killers...

Someone told me that my post wasn't coherent.  I said s/he just didn't get it.  Score.  But, yeah, this is how I do.  I'm generally a bit scatterbrained, and I type silly things as they come to me.  Maybe I'll go off on my crazy tangent a little long, but whatever.  I blame it on the fact that my middle name's Whitney (it's not) and that Whitney Houston just influences me.  Sometimes I can be really sassy and diva-esque, but others, I'm yelling at Diane Sawyer, "CRACK IS WACK!"  Seriously though, crack is cheap, I don't do crack.

I'm a little annoyed at the weather.  In case you didn't notice, it snowed.  Fuck the snow-snow.  I'm grateful it wasn't the 1923018 feet they were predicting, but it's still lame.  I'm a little fed up with this winter bullshit.  I guess when I actually have to walk places, surprisingly I care about the weather.  Who knew?  Like I'm actually willing to jump right into allergy season Spring and have to take all of my crazy meds.  (Relax, they're not the good kind, and I won't sell you any.)  Besides, that means those rabies fucked-up squirrels will be back!  And I'm a bit afraid of Vassar squirrels.  For real.

BTW- I know that maybe 2 people have read this blog, and I insist that you do something special.  Like comment or follow it or something.  So I feel less like I'm either 12 and this is my angst-ridden Xanga or that I'm beyond Whitney and channeling Sybil (Sally Field anyone) and talking to myself.