I usually cry. Or grow very sullen. I am certainly sullen. And then my legs feel heavy and I am busting out of my bra. At one point I nap and wake so groggy I am convinced I am hung over. But no, alas, I am just hormonal. I miss being 12. I hate my obnoxious malfunctioning ovaries.
Subway MapSubway Philosophy is about New York, culture, sex, publishing, memories, alcohol, or a combination of the above. Originally taken from drunken musings on the subway, it has evolved into something extraordinarily similar to most young blogs: which is to say, redundant, romantic, and woefully introspective.
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