As the snow starts to fall...

It's snowing outside my window.

There's just a little wind, and everything is drifting down with that deceptively fluffy powder effect.

The sky is white and I can't see very far into it.

How fitting.

How can something be so inviting and still so cold?

How can this world give me hope and still terrify me?

How can I look to the future but with such a sense of worry and dread?

How fitting, that I can't stay to watch the snow fall.

I have to get up, go to work at my life, and hope the world doesn't end for me.

Or for anyone else.

I am such a coward.

Rant with style.

Imagine me playing the bass line along with this, and you've got my thoughts for the day.

Money, get away.
Get a good job with good pay and you’re okay.
Money, it’s a gas.
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I’ll buy me a football team.

Money, get back.
I’m all right jack keep your hands off of my stack.
Money, it’s a hit.
Don’t give me that do goody good bullshit.
I’m in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a lear jet.

Money, it’s a crime.
Share it fairly but don’t take a slice of my pie.
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today.
But if you ask for a raise it’s no surprise that they’re
Giving none away.