When I was on the 6 train this morning half awake clutching my AllSaints Spitalfields leather handbag the doors opened up and spit me out into the city….Park Avenue to be exact. I weaved in and out of midtown foot traffic like a boss. The Advertising world needs me. It needs me and I need it ($$$$). Ironically, I went to a small Catholic school to be a graphic artist. But now I don’t do much more than….
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6 train this morning half awake clutching my AllSaints Spitalfields leather handbag the doors opened up and spit me out...
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A guy walks into a meaningless universe. He sees this gorgeous blonde sitting at the bar. It’s obvious she’s never read a word of Dostoevsky, much less Kierkegaard. So he says to her, “Is it meaningless in here, or is it just me?,” and she says, “My place or yours?”
