"You ought to be ironical the minute you get out of bed. You ought to wake up with your mouth full of pity"

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Hollaback Harlem

So Dmitry, my oh so wonderful roommate-slash-surrogate father of my cat, has brought it to my attention that I was "hating on harlem" in my last post. Let this be a visual representation of precisely the opposite. That is all.
But most of all, how could you hate on the locale where this femme fatale resides?

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