the L train
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.
Love, the L Train, and What I Wore: A Late Night Rome-ance
Life as a 20-something singleton in New York City is often boorish but never, ever boring.