All week it was 70 degrees. I was walking my dog in a tank top (me in the tank top, not the dog, although I'm going to work on making that happen). Today, it was windy as hell and cold. In other words, it's time to officially say
to the last remnants of summer. Boo.
Read Meg's new piece for Refinery29!
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It's just a slideshow of me being a lonely, snarky asshole, but I still
call that journalism when I go home for the holidays.
A (Misanthropic) Look At The ...
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