Happy Straight Pride

I know I already raged about this last year, but seriously... St. Patrick's Day is cordially invited to blow me. I went to the gym and the drugstore earlier this afternoon and was ready to murder a baby by the time I got home. There are lakes of nasty slush at every intersection from last night's ridiculousness, which would be bleak enough without having to navigate around a bunch of ambling putzes with oversize green hats. And it sounds like the apartment above me has 50 people in it blowing out. Wow...so original you guys! Who would have thought to have a party on St. Patrick's Day?