I'm saying that on repeat in my head in that classic 90s era Cypress Hill voice...
I might kill myself or someone else if it doesn't stop snowing. My apartment feels like the fucking SHINING
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I've lived in Manhattan for 10 years. Happy, content. Married even. And then one day my husband decided we needed a farm. So now I spend my weeks in the city and my weekends doing manual labor on the world's biggest renovation project OF ALL TIME.
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