Fuck White Plains

One thing that us gals like to keep secret from you boys is that we don't actually cry at sad things (too frequent) or tragic things (too comical) or even at the unbearable burden of quietly providing the metabolic and affective upkeep of society (heh), but only at stupid things like "I just stepped in a puddle in my new shoes AND this coffee has too much milk in it."

Today is that day.