Confessions of a Lip Biter

a Reverse-Dorothy complex; voracious appetite for witty vernacular; and an affinity for Scotch. Email me at misssilk3@gmail.com

Feb 6, 2012 12:22pm
Snow on my nose and eyelashes? Pah! My hair is wilting, my make-up is melting, and rivelets of icey water keep trickling down my neck. Pittsburgh doesn’t have snow: its glorified rain.

Snow on my nose and eyelashes? Pah!

My hair is wilting, my make-up is melting, and rivelets of icey water keep trickling down my neck. Pittsburgh doesn’t have snow: its glorified rain.
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