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Quiet Sunday mornings (at MTA Subway - 42nd St/Grand Central (4/5/6/7/S))
New York(er); Florida Raised; Queer; Vulgar; Expert On Absolutely Nothing
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Texting with your gf during her graduation while we sit and listen to these academic morons/white saviors… I can’t.
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We don’t call them “threesomes”, we call them “united fronts.”
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So this cop gave me a ticket a couple weeks ago for being double parked- I was sitting in the car looking down at my phone and all of a sudden I look up and he’s writing me a ticket- mother fucker didn’t even tell me to move, just decided to be an asshole and write me a ticket. I got out of the car and said I’d move right away and he said “sorry, already started writing out the ticket.” I cried and called him an asshole, where he then proceeded to give me a big smirk and say “have a nice day”. I almost said “don’t you have someone to go murder” but I refrained.
Went to dispute the ticket today downtown- I was in and out in less than 30 minutes. This stupid ass cop filled the ticket out wrong, therefore invalidating it. I don’t have to pay the $115 ticket. Just another reason I hate police. You are literally all fucking idiots :)
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Emily just told me she’s getting sad eating grapes because she finds herself getting attached to them
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I am yoga dog deep in meditation.
i can’t with this fucking blog. the cuteness is OBSCENE
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