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Snow pussifies people

There isn't much more to say about it. For once the weather people have predicted right. There's a lot of snow on the ground in New York and a lot more to come. Still I'm at work, in a dress, (Okay, I have no TV so I'm not fully prepared for this weather) planning on attending a dinner party that was planned long before the storm was even a sparkle in it's daddy's eye.

Most people don't move when it snows like this. I am not most people. I don't want to know most people that don't move. I ask to meet the movers and shakers not the "oh, poor me, it's too cold to move types." Although I know some of my friends are part of the "pussy people," as I have decided to refer to them today.

There is nothing wrong with being a pussy but a little white on the ground shouldn't mean life stops. Unless of couse, it does. But that's not necessarily the case, and besides, if you've never been in New York City during or after a big snow storm, you don't know the beauty you are missing. Really. I'm more than sort of psyched to get off work and get out in it all.

I'm no pussy. Are you?