Sometimes I body check people when I am getting off the subway and they don’t step aside.
This is what the R train smelled like yesterday. Thus supporting my previous statement that the R train really sucks.
Like, I get that Manhattan salons are pricey, but try Supercuts! REALLY!
This is why I seldom listen to my iPod on the subway. Or at least seldom listen to Ludacris on the subway.
The single grossest feeling in the world.
I only like things when they’re vintage.