Today has been one of those punch yourself in the face repeatedly while staring out the window at the freezing rain wondering why you ever left college and how your life got to be so repetitive even though you’re only 23 kind of days.
Yeah, just wait until you’re 29 and the repetition has been 10 years strong. The whipping wind getting caught in your crow’s feet, the dry skin, and the bitterness building. NYC blows in the winter. Unless it’s one of those quiet, pretty snows, which of course, abruptly ends when the plows come along. xx AntiKris
