been grossly abused by today's shitty weather. Now all she needs is a pina colada and it'll be just like that one song.

the wind should go fuck itself.

Haraway has quite a lovely way with words.

essaying.

cut off 75-90% of her hair today.

puts forth her snowball poem, which was harder to write than she thought it would be.

greatly looking forward to not having work or class tomorrow.

presents her youtube poem:

she might have just figured it out, though.

for some reason having difficulty with this whole youtube poem thing.