That's right, Putin and I are flippin' soaking wet.
I made the ridiculous decision to ride my bike, Baguette, to work today without listening to the weather report. It looked nice enough. It was even a little hot and definitely sunny. A damn fine day to ride a bike to work, or so I thought.
However, while the "look-out-the-window" principle may work in other parts of these United States, I should know better that it never works in Washington, DC.
Not only did the sky turn black in a matter of minutes just as I was getting off of work today, but the temperature dropped about 20 degrees -- literally, it went from 88 to 68 in a matter of minutes. WTF?!
Anyway, I thought about leaving Baguette in the office, but I love that bitch too much to leave her there so I decided to just brave the rain with Putin, whose fair visage I donned today on the most awesome T-shirt ever. I love my Putin shirt. I bought it on the Arbat in Moscow for a performance with my old band (before they kicked me out for being too awesome) Babette the French Whore. Not only is it navy blue, one of my favorite colors, and DIY custom cut, but Putin's expression is priceless and so suitable when talking about the succubus that is DC's weather. Seriously, it'll get you when you least expect it.
Anyhow, I tried to replicate it below, but apparently (and perhaps surprisingly), I have yet to perfect that delicate balance of equal parts smug asshole and heartless robot. I look more like I'm just pissed off because I'm f*cking soaking wet. I'm also pissed at the drivers on Columbia Road who 1) almost hit me, 2) idled their jalopies in the bike lane, and/or 3) probably didn't appreciate the Putin.
And in case you're wondering, we're looking at our newly procured copy of Boobytrapping and wondering if, indeed, it is boobytrapped. And just in case you're wondering what you're looking at, you're clearly looking at someone who has lost her mind. This is what happens when I post THREE TIMES IN ONE DAY! WHAT?!