it's over, jerkface.

Dear February:

I'm breaking up with you. Do you know why?

Because you suck.

I'm so tired of your antics. Snow? Really? Like, a bazillion feet of it? Is that really necessary? You've been a total jerk about it for too long.

Your lack of sunshine? C'mon. I wake up every morning, all ready to face you and crap, and that's what you give me? Grey skies? 100% cloud cover?

Well, no more.

Oh, and the whole cold shoulder thing? Or, should I say, the whole cold-all-the-time thing? Yeah. It's getting old. Is it really too much to ask you to try to work above 35 degrees? You're so selfish. Seriously.

And the slush and messiness of all it? Please. You know I'm a clean freak. You know I like tidiness, yet you just continue to be gross.

So, I'm dumping you. Tomorrow, I'm going to ask March out on a date.

with love from Pittsburgh,
Laura
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