WTF?

[feminist11]

Today, Broadway and 8th Street. I feel something on my shoulder and turn to find a mysterious white substance on my sweatshirt. I assume I have been the unwitting victim of a pigeon, but then I realize: it's a snowflake.

Snow. On Easter Week.

I cannot wait to get back to the South.

Comments

[dopehoz]

Mmm. I hate to tell you this, but my friend Maria complained in her LJ just a few hours ago that she was seeing snow. Big, fluffy flakes. In Winston-Salem.

My uncle was accepted to the chemistry Ph.D. program at Harvard and planned on going all the way. He decided he'd had enough, that he was packing it in, when it started snowing on his birthday. In April.

[feminist11]

Wowzers. Supid global warming screwing with winter extremes...

I miss you...call me sometime.