As someone who commonly works from the communal environs of cafes in New York, I’ve found San Fran’s cafes to be severely lacking in the etiquette required to facilitate effective and productive laptop harmony.
If there is one trend of recent years that I absolutely abhor i’s seapunk.
Tumblr is an emotionally abusive relationship, where both partners are cruel and manipulative, and yet the highs are so glorious and laughter filled that both just keep coming back for more.
I haven’t really liked anyone in a very, very long time, so maybe I’m just severely out of the loop on how to behave when you’re in like.
I’m not saying you should change your inherent personality or anything like that, just maybe wash your vagina every once in awhile.
This is the incredible grossness of being: the simple fact that by virtue of being a human, you are gross.
Do you remember when you were a teenager, and you liked someone, the lengths which you went to in order to let them know?
I’m yet to meet a New Yorker that can unequivocally say “Yes, I definitely would like to spend the rest of my life living in New York City.”
Do you enjoy a challenge? Are you too happy? Do you require more dissatisfaction in your life? Would you like a Rear Window style life makeover? Are you embarrassed of your self-confidence in social situations?
I always dreamed that I would fall in love at the laundromat.