Stuff That Makes A Gay Heart Weep

Too Much F-ing Snow

 
My gay heart wept for my friend Kerry in Long Island, NY when she sent me this pic last week of her car buried in a frozen snow drift. It took her two hours to dig out so she could go to work. 

And here I am in sunny 70's Los Angeles wearing cargo shorts, a Metallica tee, and flip flops. Don't hate me, East Coast and Midwest! I feel your cold, sick-of-the-snow pain, and hope against all weather forecasting odds that on Wednesday, that damn little groundhog doesn't see it's shadow!

 
I'm so not a snow bunny and if I opened the door to this, I'd weep and promptly close it until spring!

 

 

Having To Go To Work In The Snow

Snowball fights, snowboarding, skiing, sleigh rides, and building a badass snowman, are all great fun for a gay heart snow day, but getting up early in a blizzard, having to scrape your windshields, de-ice the car, and then drive it white-knuckled like a little old lady all the way to work, will make many gay hearts weep icicle tears and wish they were on a beach in Hawaii.