Winter Blues

It's Winter, the season of hot cocoa and brisk mornings. It's that time of year when revelers of the powdery goodness worship the snow with skiing, skating, and other loved past times.

Not to me, though. Winter sucks worse than a $2 hooker named Dolly.

Mind you, I'm originally from NYC, where 40 degrees is considered cold. Upstate New York, and Northeast (don't forget Canada, too) gets fucking rediculously cold for a person like me. 10 degrees, with a windchill of -15? are you fucking serious?

I mentioned earlier some of the activities people partake in the winter, but other than that, there's only a few things people do: drink, smoke, and have sex. Shit, you have to find some way to keep warm, right?

Suffice to say, then, I tend to feel really blue in this upstate wasteland. Even the locals get cabin fever. All I hear is: "I can't wait 'till I go to Florida."

To ease my mind and reduce my depression, because god knows I sometimes want to blow my brains out, I'm mostly at Blockbuster Video and other rental stores, spending many nights watching movies, especially the films you Spilldoes mention, regardless of how obsure they may be.

Thanks to one and all for entertaining me. Spill.com has helped me against the winter doldrums.

Ta-Ta for now.