Good Morning, and a big 'Fuck You Too', March!

Fuuuuuuuck this shit. "In like a lion" indeed. I am not 12 anymore. I do not love the snow. It's March, damn it. Cut me a fucking break, wouldya?

Even these dudes couldn't keep the G train running.
Seriously? The G train runs outside FOR ONE STOP. And this morning it wasn't running at all. That's when I knew today was going to rock. (Heavy sarcasm.)

And now I'm sitting in my ice-box office layered in so much PINK lounge wear you'd think I was posing for the catalog.

Bikes, flowers, bees, short-shorts, iced coffee, and margaritas on the rocks- Jessae misses you. Soon, my lovelies, soon.