My Week In Informal diction

There's been a bunch o' water fallin' from the sky, ya know, rain and stuff...it's awful! It gets all into my hair and my clothes and makes them all heavy and ugly feelin'. Then you hafta walk all round those stupid puddles that when you look at yourself in 'em your all squiggly and small lookin'. This is winter god damn it, where's all the snow? Where are all them kids whackin' people with snowballs? Sometimes i swear i would just as soon pack all my bags and set off for some warm place than sit here and get soaked through to my bones. But i guess that's what you're a gonna get, being a washingtonian and all.

And ya know what makes me mad? How it don't get any warmer when it starts rainin'...it's still so cold that every bone in my body is a shakin'. Even when ya walk into a warm building, its like the cold is glued to ya! Then there are those kids that act like the cold ain't got no effect on 'em so it's like they are rubbin' it in your face that you're cold and they aren't. Winter is supposed to be happy, but there ain't any happiness that's gonna happen with this stuff goin' on outside.