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: How was your lunch date today?
- Mom: We did NOT hit it off. He talked about his old man surgeries. He double dipped in my sauce. He used a coupon for the meal. THEN he asked me for a dollar. He has no children and he's clueless. But it was pretty much over after he double dipped in the sauce. I'm writing him an email right now.
- Me: A rejection letter?? Why don't you just ignore him??
- Mom: I'm too classy for that. But I wouldn't mind signing the email with "good luck you old cheap bastard."
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