On the second day of December, my true love said to me:
"Go dress up and waltz around Provo like you own the place because, let's face it..you do!"

Alright, so maybe I don't have a true love, and maybe he didn't say that to me. But I have a feeling my Chuck Bass doppleganger would say something of similar taste to get my spirits high. Sidenote: I'm joking; I'm a total Provo hermit.

But for real. Today = photoshoots and snow and cold air...and probably pneumonia. And I don't care, because I'M GETTING OUT OF THE HOUSE!!!!! Finally.