Plethora of Everything

Trying not to live in my robe when at home But it's winter Trying not to drink more than one beer a night But it's winter Trying not to let my 2 year old watch too much TV But it's winter Trying to protect my dry hands from cracking But it's winter Trying to turn sexual desire into sexual action But it's winter Trying not to let too many stray cats pass through my door But it's winter Trying to live in the moment, be grateful and not daydream about being somewhere else But it's winter... Author's Note: I don't typically feel so negative and depressive; writing is a release for me.  Light, Love and Peace ~J

I hate this weather. It's windy, it's cold. It chills me to the core, to the bone . I hate this weather. I fucking hate it. It makes me feel grumpy and old but mainly just cold . This weather at times, it even chills my soul! My ser , my very being. There are people that don't mind it- Good for them . There are people that get used to it- Good for them . I hate this weather. It's gloomy too much of the time, the clouds hang so low for so long It can make a non-pot-smoker wanna hit a bong. It's not good for me. Everyday I find myself just trying to cope, looking forward to vacation is my glimmer of hope . I hate this weather. I fucking hate it. I know no one cares and good for them. I'm writing for me, not for them, because they don't mind this fucking weather, with this weather they know how to cope at least that's my humble hope.