My (cold) life in cartoons.

One of the reasons I am moving the soonest I can is because of the winters of where I live now. I've grown up in tropical/warm areas all my life until I was a teenager, when dearest mother packed us off to this Siberia-meets-Greenland refrigerator where she could enjoy great medical insurance, fringe benefits, and a respectable career. So I can't blame her... but I can blame global warming. Cheers for those polar bears! Anyway, no school tomorrow due to the ungodly chill (negative four is the high, -14 the low), which means the school will cut our spring break short. I have nothing to say to that, but I can make Mumsy write a convenient little sick note. *sniff*

Knowing that I wouldn't be able concentrate on anything except the exciting New York shows happening this week, I gave up on productivity; instead, trying to give up counting down the Marc Jacobs show, I read a bunch of Natalie Dee cartoons.
Then I stumbled upon this little jocular poke at Natalie's brain, and I thought how similar it was to my own thoughts!! Only a few things didn't match up, such as I don't really like Wu Tang Clan, and the area with Marc Jacobs is probably half of my cerebral mass. LAUGHOUTLOUD.Then I decided to spend the rest of my weekend online shopping. Because I have an unnatural attachment to Crate&Barrel, I looked at kettles and linens for two hours. Did you know that a china bowl costs $42.95? But at least my money will be going to a deserving child laboring in a sweatshop in China. Or maybe it will be distributed to all forty of them.

I'm thinking of wearing my new black coat with black pants, so that I have a whole Sylvia Plath suicidal thing going on. Without, you know, the whole death part.