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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