The Weather.
It's not even December yet and it feels like it's the dead of winter (minus the damn snow, thank god!). 25 degrees plus the wind chill makes it feel like 7. On my way to work my fingers almost fell off. Ok, so maybe it wouldn't have been that bad if I was in some ski lodge with a cup of hot chocolate, lounging on a bear skin rug (I love those things) but when you have to commute to work with about a million other people and the line at Starbucks is a mile long it's not so much fun. Then there's the static...
On the upside, I get to wear my fabulous winter boots from Paris. La di fuckn da
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