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No offense Melbourne, but if you were my boyfriend, this is right about the time I’d be hating your moody little bitch ass and wondering why the fuck I got with you in the first place. Wait, that’s a bit harsh but this weather is a reallllll fuckin’ buzz-kill. Am I right? Or am I right? 12 year cold-snap you say? Oh how wonderful. That sure puts a spring in my step in the morning.

Meanwhiles (that s was a typo, but it stays, I like that ‘meanwhiles’) over in Paris… Beautiful tanned Europeans are hanging out on rooftops in the sunniest of sunshine and celebrating Stussy’s 30^th Birthday with bbqs and cute boys in pork-pie hats and… hang on was that Jeff Staple?... and girls that are cool but not even that hot so you would still have a chance with said cute boys in pork-pie hats, and the fucking eiffel tower just shining in the background like it ain’t no thing. This video gone and went and broke my goddamn heart.

Melbourne. Get it together. We are not being intimate again until I see some fucking sunshine.

Regards,

Alex