June 2008
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Overheard, Midday, Theatre District
Two septuagenarian women, in ermine, velvet, and Easy Spirits. Yiddishe accents. Eyeliner in all the wrong places.
Woman 1: So we are getting breakfast uptown and Ira asks me what kind of muffin I want to go with my coffee.
Woman 2: He didn’t know?
Woman 1: He didn’t know! I says, Ira, 45 years we’ve been married and you don’t know what kinds of muffins I eat? He’s more fertummelt day by day.
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Don’t worry about your personality. →
You don’t really have one.
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There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power....
– Washington Irving (via claytoncubitt)
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