breck girl
standing in line for my breakfast at the smith street bodega.
the man behind me leans forward and almost whispers. . .
"you have commercial hair."
posted by cb @ 10:15 AM
Bear Bones
inspired by the new york times' metropolitan diary . . . . . . unavoidable observations and experiences this bold city has laid before me and upon me. sometimes overwhelming. and always worth sharing.
About Me
- Name: cb
- Location: New York, New York, United States
me in a nutshell...i'm a jeans and chucks girl. i prefer pints over martinis. i've got a dog with character. and by "character" i mean crooked legs and crooked teeth. and i wouldn't have it any other way. i keep secrets. especially my own. music has power. so does a grilled cheese sandwich.
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Thursday, May 01, 2008
the man behind me leans forward and almost whispers. . .
"you have commercial hair."
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