Why the hell do I have to share space with boneheaded corrections? Weatherhumans never have to correct themselves. When is the last time you read something like: “Tuesday’s Nexus incorrectly forecasted a high temperature of 64 degrees. The actual high was 61 degrees. The Nexus regrets not being fucking God.”
Wednesday’s forecast: If God says it’s Monday, it’s Monday, dammit.
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“dusty rusty crusty musty ass california hills”
“frowning in plaid (haunted radios, bird bones + anthropomorphized wind)”
“warming my hands on bridges i’ve burnt”
“songs that make me see god”
“My Playlist #236”
“classy wine moment and intellectual conversation”
“90s heroin chic model off duty”
“tweet tweet bird emoji map emoji”
“not my circus, not my monkeys”
“a grave is probably cheaper than an apartment”
“ATE THESE BITCHES LEFT NO CRUMBS / DID IT IN DESIGNER PUMPS”
