Ms. Melissa Methamphetamine
Snow
It’s nearly spring, for fuck’s sake, and it’s snowing like the last days of Pompeii — I mean, you know, like the last days of Pompeii if Pompeii had been buried under snow instead of volcanic ash and yes I know it wasn’t, do you think I don’t know that? Tomorrow is the vernal equinox. Tomorrow, and if you tell me one more goddammed time “At least the snow is pretty” I swear — I swear — I will knock you down with a sledgehammer, I will, and yes I know we don’t have a sledgehammer but I’ll buy one, I’ll go out in this snowstorm, and yes I know I’m in my underwear, but I’ll go out and buy a sledgehammer and then I’ll knock you down with it. It’s March! I should be on a beach — I should be somewhere on an island, drinking rum from a coconut and flirting with cabana boys and not out here in the middle of the goddammed night in a goddamned snowstorm in my goddammed underwear shopping for goddammed sledgehammers and…where are you going?
Gawd…men.
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