What The Hell, California?
I had to use a credit card to scrape ice off the windshield of my car this morning. That's right - ice. (In the interest of full disclosure, it was a Safeway discount card, and BF did the actual, physical scraping.) That doesn't change the fact, though, that it's really DAMN cold here. When I moved here, everybody was all, like "Oh, it rains all winter, but it never gets below 55 degrees." Bull. Shit. I can only conclude that the state of California hates me, and is trying to get me to leave. If only I could, California... if only I could.