Please stare into the video camera silently making a duck face. Please. Give us all something to live for.
Like many others, I spent four of my most formative and drunken years in a deeply involved love affair with Boston. In the wake of Monday’s tragedy, I’d like to present you with 10 reasons to appreciate the city that I never really left.
Dress like it’s 60 degrees out even though it is not.
I recommend wearing some sort of green so that you don’t get mercilessly pinched, but there’s no need to dawn your forest green pants, lime colored tank, and rainbow swirl sneakers all at once.
Less seasonal depression, just for kicks
As an underemployed 23-year-old who spends most of her money on booze, I have become uncomfortably good at stuffing my face with relatively healthy meals for practically no money. Allow me to share my wisdom!
Leave your house with what Cosmo would call a “fresh, bare” face, but what all of us in the real world might recognize as a “blotchy, unsightly nightmare.”
If I wanted to see pictures of a skinnier you in a high school soccer jersey, I could just go to Facebook!