




This is called discovering the cure for being cold when it's ten degrees out: Carry a flask of Whiskey! And sip it! you will never be cold ever again. Especially when you have to ride on trains and subways and airplanes like it's nobody else's business. And this is also called let's have a photo-shoot by yourself on the way home and die laughing after every picture and then realize you've spilled the flask all over the new hood Mae just knit for you and you smell like a distillery and then you wake up the next morning and can't believe you did any of this and you're hung over and have no watch and you're flying to Texas to see your sweet boyfriend who is never ever drunk or hungover. Oh and happy 2010!

























































