i hate new york. you look out the window to a nice sunshine day. looks 70 degrees, maybe 60. then you go outside. if you're like me, you dress according to how it looks. and being the cali girl i am, i always dress with the false hope of a warm day. you think i would've learned by now. but of course i'm stubborn and donned in my 3/4 sleeve shirt and a denim jacket, i went to class this morning. on my way back, my nose, my ears and every one of my fingers fell off. my thermometer says 52 degrees, but that's all lies. it has to be more like 30-something with the wind chill. damn wind.

so now, much to my dismay, it is the season of scarves, hats, gloves and multi-layering. welcome thermals and sherlings. now i get to feel like a marshmallow as i meander through the streets of new york. wonderful.