I’m sorry, can we just take a moment to not appreciate how my last post included a fur, yet right now it’s like summer? Well, let me tell you there’s usually no such thing as spring over here. It’s either Siberia or Dubai and you gotta freaking roll with it cause the weather just won’t care obvi. So the safest choice would be walking out in our undies but we’re too prudish for that, so let’s just call them bikinis, shall we?
Well, despite what both Doris Day and the Stone siblings have once said, I didn’t just fly in from the windy city. I’m still there actually *unnecessary and not at all humorous reference*. And you’ll see for yourself that on a truly windy day, a cape could be a good choice but a skirt should be a no-no. You shouldn’t be walking around in fear that your panties may any time soon become the star of the moment. Anyway, I do live in the moment so I thought whatevs okay let’s make walking outside on a windy morning much harder.
Being late is a pretty typical habit of mine. I know it pisses people off and I always feel awful when I do so, but whenever I try not to I have the most unexpected thing happen to me and therefore prove, once more, that I’m incapable of ever being on time.