Dear Snow,

Dear Snow/Sleet/Rain/Ice Pellets,

The strongest bond that exists in this world

besides that of a mother and her daughter, 

is that of a girl and her shoes

and I never thought that something could tear us so far apart

so here I am in Russian Lit, 

not listening to the biography of Kafka, 

because my socks are wet and I'm wearing too many sweaters

so please stop covering me with 

mutant snowflakes the size of donuts

I just want to wear a floral print dress again, 

maybe a tutu of sorts,

and booties, lots of beautiful booties, and my velvet shoes

is that too much to ask?

oh, also I would like the omelet station to be always open,

but I'm not sure you can handle that request

just please, move over, maybe to the Midwest because

I'm beginning to forget what fashion is.

This is literally how I feel.

Sadly yours,

Me

Skinned Knees & the 90s [The Noms]

Once upon a time there were two princesses 

who were beasts for corn, Monica & Alyssa :]

and they went to galavant through Soho

and spend all their money

the snow was piled high and the slush was dangerous

Alyssa slipped and slid through Chinatown eating a sponge cake 

[one of gods greatest creations]

as Monica browsed in Old Navy,

they were both ready for an adventure

anyways, forget the fairy tale

Chinatown may be the worst place to be when there is a foot of snow and 

ten tons of ugly gray slush all over the place

and there is no way the city could look uglier than it does now

slush is just so depressing even when you're eating a delectable light fluffy cake

but all the slipping and sliding was worth Monica and the corn

so after gossiping & lamenting in Steven Madden 

we set out to Cafe Habana on Prince Street, the place where dreams come true

Zagat calls it a "groovy" Nolita "hole-in the wall"

man do I love the Zagat

so squeezed in to the Habana outpost, where the line extended to the cold outside the door

me & Monica got grilled corn on skewers, prepared classically Mexican 

with tons of crumbly cheese and chili powder

and bubbly, pink guava soda

real authentic, out of a glass bottle

just a squeeze of lime, and the corn was ready to be nommed

it was delicious

and all the chili powder made my lips burn

and sorta swell, but its worth it 

worth all the cheese crumbles that littered my lap

the tranny lips and smudged lipstick

boy do me & Monica love corn

but what do me & Monica love possibly more than corn you ask?

the 90s

and they are truly making a comeback

but I'm not quite sure I'm prepared for that

I mean, I'm not even twenty yet

my childhood wasn't that long ago for it to be trendy yet

but apparently Forever 21 thinks it should be

so while I was browsing in Urban Outfitters, elsewhere there was a 90s explosion

I mean, I don't even know what I prefer,

the ugly tweeds in Urban

could anything make you look fatter than tweed?

or the Crayola colored cropped fur jackets

circa the late 90s, think Britney & Christina at the Grammys

I saw a particularly revolting purple one

and I can't forget the butterfly tops and the dresses with cutouts

if I saw anyone in these, I would simply die

I love nostalgia and all

but that is just taking it to another level

next thing you know, 

platform sneakers are going to be in again.

Strawberry Snow

I'm in the library, looking out the window

procrastinating on revising a creative piece for my English class about deception & lies

you know what's deceptive?

the snow.

It's probably about 20 degrees outside, 

just frigid: 2 sweaters and 2 pairs of socks cold

perfect weather for thigh high leg warmers

but not the perfect weather for ice cream

so the snow sits there and doesn't melt all day, even when the sun shines on it,

but I bet if I had an ice cream cone and held it outside 

it would melt all over my gloves 

so the snow is fooling us all. 

i wish it would just go away.

so i can have a strawberry ice cream cone, 

after all, strawberry is the cutest flavor you could eat.