06.26.03 :: 9:49 am

Look. I realize that there are roughly 6,000 better ideas than to go eat ice cream with a pseudo-ex (Tallboy, for those who don't remember that odd little number), but the fact is that just because old boy owns a salad spinner and does yoga, doesn't mean he still isn't one of the finest men in New York City who gives good convo and likes good music.

Fuck it, I say.

This is the summer of Me. It is all about Me starting NOW and ending whenever I feel like it, maybe never.

And Me totally deserves a little goodness in the opposite sex department in light of recent ridiculous events.

And me is going to get her zest on. I'm glad I wore these pants today.

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