Needs for this Space: Hangover. Beating Heart. Open Mind. Poor Penmanship. Machiavellian Sense of Surrender. Stinky Breath Chihuahua. Tear Ducts. Frozen Juice Pops. Five or Six Minutes of Free Time. Fingers.
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10.31.2010
MTA NYC:
FUCK YOU METRO TRANSIT AUTHORITY.
FUCK YOU LOCAL 4 HALLOWEEN WEEKEND.
AND FUCK ME TOO 45 MINUTES LATER.
