1,977 miles.

So my dear friend Kirsi is an actual survivor of the Boston Blizzard ’15. Besides her mad igloo skills, the girl knows how to rock a turtle neck better than any grandma around. Putting secondhand stores out of business left and right, she’ll snatch up an ugly sweater faster than you can say abracadabra.

One day I hope to be as much of a hipster as she is, even trying her trademark clear glasses. In the mean time I’ll continually hashtag harvardsucks and pray that she continues to let me use her Netflix account. 

3 weeks Kirsi, and like the Young Joc once said, “Meet me in the club, it’s goin’ down.”