Stop bitching.

I'm 30. Thirty years old. Not 15. Not 18. I'm 30. And I'm still breaking out. What.the.fuck? I thought I grew out of zits.

And what the eff is up with this weather? I want my November-type weather.

And I better get me some white Christmas action this year. No ifs, ands or buts. I want snow. Lots and lots of snow.