I have a post brewing all about snow and what an evil hedonistic bitch she is and how she is out to ruin me by closing my places of employment and killing me on my drive home, all the while being pretty and convincing everyone else that she is lovely and that I am in the wrong for hating her. I’m not.

But instead, let’s just talk about how insanely happy this makes me:

If you weren’t planning on going to Coachella this year, you should reevaluate. It’s only the most magical place on earth. Screw Disney.

While everyone else is crooning over our little winter wonderland, I will be happily willing the next 86 days to expire quickly. As far as I’m concerned, I’m already in the desert with a frozen lemonade and tequila in hand.