Welcome Back to Connecticut OR Jason Goes to Purgatory

It is official. I am in Purgatory. I have just left the land of perpetual sun and beautiful girls only to be swallowed whole by the depressing state of Connecticut. Here is the transition:
Thursday: Sunshine, 72 degrees, cute girls everywhere, an apt. near the intercoastal waterway and living on expenses.
Friday: Six inches of snow, it's #%?!&#@ freezing , there is 1 cute single girl surrounded by 12 guys, a tiny bedroom with a single bed, more snow and no expenses...this is crap.
Last night we decided to entertain ourselves at the Pig's Eye Pub. When we arrived, I immediately remembered CT's complete lack of any cute girls. After looking around the bar I used my calculator to count a total of one cute girl and she was surrounded by 12 guidos...this is crap.
Do I have a bad attitude about the whole thing? Perhaps. Am I being a little bit whiny? OK. Maybe you've got me there too. But that does not change the fact that this is a big stinky pile of ass crap. Sorry that there is nothing more amusing than "big stinky pile of ass crap" in this post but CT is far from inspiring...unless of course you include the novel of bitching and moaning that this state seems to inspire.
While I am stuck here I will count the number of complaints I hear about CT from other people. Starting yesterday, the count is 34. This number will be updated in each new post.
And with that, I am done...this is crap (the post I mean, by now I am sure that you already know about CT).