I love the rain. Really. The smell, the feel, jumping in puddles.
I know for a fact that what happens here, in Boston, is not rain.
What happens here is hellish and all kinds of unpleasant, inspiring people to tell me I look like a drowned rat. Thanks.
And now, for something completely different, a picture:
Copley Square, Boston Public Library, People.
I know for a fact that what happens here, in Boston, is not rain.
What happens here is hellish and all kinds of unpleasant, inspiring people to tell me I look like a drowned rat. Thanks.
And now, for something completely different, a picture:
Copley Square, Boston Public Library, People.
oh, this is rain. it's just of a variety too painful and hellish for you weak washingtonians to handle. we easterners scoff at your puny rain.
... just kidding. sort of.
Hey I can take it. Maybe I'm just not hardcore (stupid??) enough to live in a place where weather is painful.
i would like to point out that you CHOSE to come to college on the east coast... :-P
and boy am I learning from my mistake
;)