I'm a twentysomething writer and editor living out my dream
one day • one picture • one avenue • one story at a time.
This is where I overshare and constantly write tiny love letters to New York.
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- Me: Okay. He is a creep.
- Whit: How do you figure?
- Me: He keeps prefacing every other sentence with: "I don't mean to sound creepy, but..."
- Whit: Hmmm.
- Me: Look. I preface a lot of my sentences with: "I don't mean to be a bitch, but..."
- Whit: But you're a bitch.
- Me: My point exactly! Total creep.
