Living With A Boy.

Regina is snowed in people (Read: Clair)! The whole city is under a shit pile of snow, the schools are closed down, the University is closed down, the city buses are barely running and there is no taxi service. My Aveo, as cute and fuel efficient as it may be, is grounded in the parking lot of Jesse's apartment. I tried to go home yesterday afternoon and got stuck at the edge of the driveway. It wasn't pretty. Snow was flying, tempers were flaring, curse words were being yelled at the heavens.

I borrowed my dad's truck last night (Allelujah four wheel drive!) and parked it on the street last night. I woke up to it underneath about four feet of snow on all sides. And the jackass behind me parked about a half foot from my back bumper. There was a small mountain of snow to my right and a sidewalk to my left... so I drove up onto the sidewalk. It still took me about five minutes for her to get moving, even in four wheel drive. When we finally hit the road I kept saying, "Good girl, good girl, good girl." All of this snow is making me slightly neurotic.

Anyway, I was listening to the radio this morning and apparently it's going to take all week for the snow to be plowed away and of course, residential streets are going to be tended to last, so I'll be lucky if I can even get to my car before Friday, which means I'm stuck in the city living with a stinky boy. It's days like today that I wish I wasn't poor and could've bought my dream truck instead of a puny car. Sigh. Not to mention how awful it feels not to have a car. Even if I hadn't planned on going anywhere, I just need to know THAT I CAN IF I WANT TO. I don't know how people do it without cars. I seriousely don't. I guess I'm addicted to fossil fuels.

Also, just to verify, this boy isn't really stinky at all. Last night I wasn't feeling well (I hate the end of the month!) and he brought me water and rubbed my back until I fell asleep. He even watched Sex and the City with me. Don't tell him I told you.