Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
When you are THIS fucking excited to go home to see your rich husband and love child, you know that somewhere along the line, it went terribly, terribly wrong . No credit cards or joint bank account here, but hey, at least it contributed to that perfect Williamsburg hipster or homeless look. God only hopes you live in Brooklyn.
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