"Bang! Crash! the lightning flashed, and well, that's another story never mind, anyway..."

Dear Lord in his heavens. Freaking Thor and Jesus are having a bowling tournament, it would seem.

Okay, ladybird97, hon, stop wishing us rain out here. The fires are out now. Please make it stop, okay? Okay? I'll send chocolate...

"Hello, granny?"
"Yeah, baby, just wanted to give you the heads up. It's raining and thundering something awful here. They've got flooding all through the streets here, and there is power off, too. They've got flash flood warnings all over LA, so be careful."
"Oh, okay. Thanks love."

So then I sat in traffic for an hour and a half. Bloody hour and a half. For what even at its worst is only 40 minutes. Ahgahah. And yes, there were lights out everywhere. EVERYWHERE. Blahblah gah gahlarg.

Rained in. No going out tonight. No fun for Anthony. Just a loveable time sitting around with Mom talking about why Chloe is soooo much hotter than Lana, and how Lex is hotter than Clark, and how we finally realized that the guy who plays Lex looks weird while wearing a bad wig in Bringing Down The House.

Man, the things that I do when I'm not out having a fun old time at the clubs are weird weird weird.

Yee hoooo.

And if the weather wasn't weird enough...

SNOW?!?!? IN COMPTON??!?!? What the FUGG?!?? There are ICEFLOWS IN the flooded areas! I mean, we had hail, but SNOW AND ICEFLOWS.

*looks around for the Four Horsemen*

Heeeeee!

One step at a time, okay?


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