boyfriend blazer, Forever 21. hoodie, boyfriend's. dress, American Apparel. thigh-high socks, American Apparel.
photos by Erin Magoc
I'm not sure what's going on in the residential side-streets of the rest of the snow debilitated Northeast, but here in Pittsburgh, the term 'parking-wars' has a whole new, and very school-yard like meaning. Childish car-owners all over the city have been calling dibs, and saving spots carved out of the mountainous remains of the perpetual ass rapping that is the winter of 2010, using lawn and folding chairs as wimpy declarations that they shoveled snow, and therefore own a piece of the street. I have mixed feelings on the whole situation, this is however my chair, and it is in the spot that Darren pulled out of this morning, and when I got home from class this evening, it was sitting atop a nearly 5 foot tall hill of ice and snow, replaced by some asshole's tiny two door car. Trap it with the removed snow? Eh, I'm really not that ambitious.
Honestly, I'm so beyond being sick of the weather, that I think for the first time in my life, I don't even care about the cold. No more dread leaving the house to face a 2 degree windchill, or fear of time standing still while waiting for the already, incessantly tardy 54C, or even anger for the fact that I can't wear heels. It actually kinda just makes me want to take up snowboarding.