So today the wind executed a full on, armed attacked. Literally. First, I tried to walk out of Stuvi, and it wouldn't let me open the door. COOL. Don't worry about me, I'm just going to stand here looking like a reTARD shoving all of my body weight against the door that is apparently glued shut. So a guy from the outside came and opened it for me. So much for women empowerment. And if that's not enough of making myself looking like an ass, the wind then blew my iced coffee out of my hand. How does this even happen? But I am DETERMINED to get my iced coffee and drink it too, so I went back to Dunkin' and the very confused manager gave me a free one - so at least I got something out of this disaster. I don't think he believed me though, and who would? Windy days are the worst days. Not only because my hair has more knots than a sail boat and gets stuck to my lips and all up in my mouth, but also I can't hold anything without it being gusted down Comm Ave, suc...
I like geography best because mountains & rivers know the secret: Pay no attention to boundaries.