So I was chillin' in the East Village when a huge downpour suddenly comes in. Me, being the smart person I am, checked the weather forcast this morning and saw that it was supposed to rain in the afternoon; I thought good, I won't have to bring my 30 lb hoody along. Lo and behold, it's 10:30 AM and it starts pouring. I start running back, but it seriously looked like I had just participated in a wet t-shirt contest. So here I am soaked and dripping everywhere (as are most of the others) cursing my luck for not having a damned umbrella, and plotting to sell ponchos made from Chutzpah's shower curtain (by the way, that didn't work, lo siento). After I shook the droplets of water from my glorious mane of blonde hair, I went upstairs, to do what else? Bother Emerald. That didn't get too far as she stopped me immediately, but I soon finished my homework.
The weather's supposed to be nice and chilly, I can't wait.
Achtung baby,
Penguin
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