Remember when it barely snowed and I was super excited?

Well, just imagine how excited I was yesterday when it snowed all day. And stuck!

About this excited:

Except the salt they're using to melt the snow on walkways, etc. is hot pink. It reminds me of when I dyed my hair right before MIT and didn't do a very good job rinsing it out, so it rubbed off on anything my head touched. And one time I was cuddling with this guy and I got pink on his shirt. And I don't think he appreciated it very much because he was like, "next time you should probably rinse your hair out all the way. KTHX."

But what he didn't know is that it was part of my secret plan to mark guys I hook up with. Muahaha.

Or not.

So anyway everytime I see the pink snow, I'm like, wait, did I roll around in the snow without realising it?

But don't worry, I didn't.