walking in snow is similar to walking on sand, but with the possibility of frostbite.

i was walking down a street around my building the other day and what do i see?? a popeye's about to open! yay! fried chicken is to me as donut is to policeman.

there's so much snow/ice/slush outside. it's like god pooed all over boston last night.

so i'm sitting here trying to write my intro when i hear tires screeching outside and the sound of a car hitting the curb. i thought "drunk people out driving at 3 in the morning...tsk tsk" and look out my window. well, there's a van sitting there and the driver is moving a lot. i can't tell if s/he's really happy or mad or whatever, but whoever it is is doing some heavy duty emoting.
then after a short while, the driver moves over to the passenger seat. so at this point i'm thinking either they're really frisky or someone's getting strangled.
well, it turns out to be anger and not horniness that drives this van to be rocking next to the curb at 3am: driver moves back to driver's seat, sniffles into tissue and passenger gets kicked out of van. screaming match ensues. i can't make anything out except "shut up."
eventually things calm down and passenger is allowed back into van, except i guess he can't close the door. big dude gets out of back of van and helps passenger close door. then driver moves to the back and big dude takes the driver's seat.
as big dude tries to close his door, the inside of it falls off. he tries to put it back on but alas, it is not to be. he then holds on to the inside while closing the exterior. he starts engine a couple of times and they drive off.
moral of story: someone needs to get a new van.