Limited edition Churlish Meg originalSomewhere between Bedford-Nostrand and Flushing Avenue I'm crying. It's the G train so literally no one cares. A girl cries on the G train every twenty minutes. Because they only come ever twenty minutes and where else can we do our crying but in the public-private space of the G train. And I'm sure the skeptical Hispanic guy across the way from me is wondering what about…
SOURCE: Mildly Bitter's Musings at 12:13AM on December 30, 2014