The Starbucks at the train station puts too much chai in my chai and now my heart is racing and my hands are shaking and I'm ready to do something erratic (like posting).
I've been wearing flip-flops to the train and from the train to work and it takes all I have to put on my work shoes. I always hated the heat when I lived in Florida but now that I'm in Chicago I love it, I want to do weird things like wear tank tops and shorts and expose my horrifyingly pale legs to all of Ravenswood, get a spray tan and a mani/pedi, eat ice cream (iced cream?), lay in the grass in the park, ride my bike, sweat.
I may be going to Mexico City for Christmas. (Edit: no I'm fucking not.)