Psych major tip 101: Never take a class in this room.
Or, to use the local lingo, it’s fucking brick.
The sun sets at 4:47 pm on the evening of November 6. God help us all.
I cannot provide you people with any proof that this happened, but it fucking snew today.
It’s so fucking cold. Polar winds blast down Manhattan’s avenues. Dogs are reduced to wearing tiny, adorable little baby shoe things if they wish to set foot on the frigid pavement. Those from warmer climes throw on layer after layer to no avail, still finding themselves shivering and their extremities numbed. Perhaps Mother Nature decided it […]
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