Love, the L Train, and What I Wore: It’s PBR From This Point On
Deeeep breath. Ok. Remember that guy I mentioned last time we e-spoke? You know, the one I wept over while listening to Taylor Swift and painting my bathroom? Well, eleven weeks on, I think I’m almost-maybe ready to discuss the situation with you a bit more in-depth.
I swear I won’t cry. Hard.
