My exboyfriend, of my first college puppy love, has a baby. She’s beautiful. I don’t think most babies are beautiful. I don’t even like babies. They make me uncomfortable. Kids I like. Babies are overrated: full of spit up and tears and uncommunicative woes. But he had one, and she’s beautiful. He lives with his wife and daughter in Europe. So that happened. How would that make you feel?
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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