"That is...a pile of snow." "Once...it was a car."

A general description of todays walk to class:

Snow. Snow. More snow. Mounds of snow. Parking lot. Snow. Field. Tim. Tim TIM. Tim TimTIM i ♥ tim. deerprints! Tim is hot snow TIM tiM ♥ TIM snow tim Path. Buildings. Freezing dance majors. Class.

Conclusions?

No snow phalluses yet spotted.

But someone on this campus really really likes Tim.

also if anyone would like to do this Johari thing that's going around like the clap. I. Uh. Well. Feel free!

Fic forthcoming.