Hot hot hate

This shiz went down on Saturday.

So, this journey I've been on (the journey to admit that it's okay that I don't like Alaska) has been a long one.

After reading one thousand 8 or 9 posts about how "great", "neat", and "wow-ing" the overnight surprise of some snow was in September, I 'bout lost it.

I got my camera.  I took the pictures you see up there.  Then I took to the Facebook.

I said that I didn't like Alaska.  Might've used the word "hate".  Might've said, "I care not what you think of me".  Because obviously I live in a Jane Austen novel.

It wasn't an overdramatic reaction at all.  Not at all.

As I expected, someone thought I had overdone it and commented to this effect.  Insinuated that I was being ridiculous.

Of course I was being ridiculous!  Being unnecessarily ridiculous is what I DO these days!  And clearly this person doesn't read my blog and should just "hide" me on Facebook because they don't know me very well at all and whyarewefriendsonFacebook, anyway?

That's the part that was insulting.

You know what was funny though?  I don't think people understand the purpose/function of the "Like" button.  There were people posting about how funny or great the snow was and then they'd like my status.  Do they understand that they just told me they agreed with me by liking my status? Sometimes I think people believe the "Like" button is the "I read your status!" button.

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Oh, and thank you for your costume advice yesterday!  I don't want to spend $35 on a white t-shirt that might not even look good on me.  So maybe I'll just wear my tiara and hope for the best?  What are they gonna do, kick me out?  Like that would be a punishment.