Snow snow snow. It's nearing tundra level out there. I do not want to leave this apartment - and I don't think I will.
Hurray for self-employment.
-me-
- Cait
- Cait is a burgeoning author, a part-time poet, an aspiring guitar hero, a one-time publicist, and a wandering fool. She prefers autumn, the Manhattan Bridge, frames of reference, real dark chocolate, national parks, and an expanse of sky.
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