barf.
Ok, THIS is what I hate about NYC. Dumb little shits like this. Or, maybe they're super cool, and my sense of fashion is just underdeveloped. I especially like the one in green sweats with silver uggs eating Fun Dip.


I also did not like the twelve, yes TWELVE, pairs of god-awful Uggs that I counted at just one baggage claim carousel in BUF in a span of about 30 seconds. On girls/women ranging from about 14 to, oh, 60? Hawt.
I did, however, like the 73 degree weather in Charlotte this morning, and having lunch with my cousin. And the text I got back from the cute boy after I sent 'on my way to the airport'- "shitty! I really wanted to hang out more. I hope I see you again." Aww...
And I love the big "fuck you, environment" of the shower in my hotel room. (I'm sure the little "hang up your towels and save water!" signs make up for it.)



I also did not like the twelve, yes TWELVE, pairs of god-awful Uggs that I counted at just one baggage claim carousel in BUF in a span of about 30 seconds. On girls/women ranging from about 14 to, oh, 60? Hawt.
I did, however, like the 73 degree weather in Charlotte this morning, and having lunch with my cousin. And the text I got back from the cute boy after I sent 'on my way to the airport'- "shitty! I really wanted to hang out more. I hope I see you again." Aww...
And I love the big "fuck you, environment" of the shower in my hotel room. (I'm sure the little "hang up your towels and save water!" signs make up for it.)
