Maybe spring has started where you live, maybe it's 80 degrees and you're planning a beach outing this weekend. If that's the case, bite me.
It's still a good 30 degrees here in NYC, with no season change in sight. I have a closet full of spring clothes just begging to come out and play, and wishlists and carts filled with florals and sandals all over the internet.
My only solace is living vicariously through the eternal summer that is being a celebrity. Sure it's 30 degrees out, but they wear their open toed shoes anyway. After all they have a driver that will pick them up at their door and deliver them to the heated red carpet. Or they are attending fabulous Barbie parties at the beach in Malibu.
I want summer, it's starting to make me bitter kids, sorry.