Dear Diary...


Sept. 12, 1993 -  Moved to our new home in Ottawa. It is so beatiful here I love it.
Nov. 23, 1993 - It snowed last night. Woke up to find everything blanketed with white. It looks just like a postcard. We went outside and cleaned the snow off the steps and shovelled the driveway. We had a little snowball fight (I won!), and then the snowplough came by, we had to shovel the driveway. What a beautiful day. I love it in Ottawa.
Dec. 2, 1993 - Well, all the snow has melted. I hope we get some more.
Dec. 12, 1993 - More snow last night. I love it. The snowplough did his trick again on the driveway.
Dec. 19, 1993 - More snow. Couldn't get out of the driveway to get to work. Am exausted from shovelling. Fucking snowplough.
Dec. 22, 1993 - More of the white shit fell last night. I've got blisters on my hands from shovelling. I think that the snowplough hides around the corner and waits until I'm done the driveway. Asshole.
Dec. 25, 1993 - Merry Fuckin' Christmas! More goddam snow! If I ever get my hands on that son-of-a-bitch who drives the snowplough, I swear I'll fucking kill him.
Dec. 27, 1993 - More white shit last night. Been inside for 3 days. Can't go anywhere, car's stuck in a mountain of goddamn snow. The weatherman says to expect another 10 inches of the white shit tonight. Do they know how many shovels full of snow 10 inches is?
Dec. 28, 1993 - The weatherman was wrong. We got 14 inches of the white shit. At this rate it won't melt 'till fuckin' August!!! The snowplough got stuck up the street. The guy asked if he could borrow my shovel. I hit him with it.



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