No one wants to hear about nothing.
I am unbelievably fortunate to maintain several homes to escape to.
Stranded.
Pruned.
Happy Hour made me Happy!
Temporarily single and not ready to mingle.
I have become a salad head.
Everyone I talk to is suffering from trumpitis.
Ever feel as if you just do not know where you belong?
The Upper West Side below 72nd Street is not a restaurant mecca.
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