It's a fucking blizzard outside
It's really really snowy. Beautiful, but cold. Lovely, but miserably frigid at the same time. The old brownstones on my street look really surreal in the snow... I feel like I've been transported back to the 1890s or something. Jerry and I walked around the shopping district with Steve's friend from Mexico City, Ray, who is really nice. We ran into him at the nice mall and he kissed my cheek... ha ha ha ha. Then we went and saw YASUNOR! Wooo.
I hope you didn't get hit by a car, Yas.
I hope you didn't get hit by a car, Yas.