adventures of mascarah.
I've just begun a new decade. Sigh.
I have always wanted to be "a writer" but I'm lost somewhere in the prologue...whittling away at a story I may never tell.
Likes: pop culture. my chihuahua. architecture. modern art. elizabeth street. contemporary designer apparel. food. travel. foreign films. speakeasys. live music. politics. hot sauce. surprises. running in the rain. strangers. wednesdays. fearlessness...and 100s of other random things... maybe even you.
A southerner by birth, northerner by the grace of God, I'm simply a nyc gal who is lost somewhere on my constant exploration of the city and the life,love, and pursuit found within it.
If you are so inclined... sap {at} lifelovepursuit.com
I have always wanted to be "a writer" but I'm lost somewhere in the prologue...whittling away at a story I may never tell.
Likes: pop culture. my chihuahua. architecture. modern art. elizabeth street. contemporary designer apparel. food. travel. foreign films. speakeasys. live music. politics. hot sauce. surprises. running in the rain. strangers. wednesdays. fearlessness...and 100s of other random things... maybe even you.
A southerner by birth, northerner by the grace of God, I'm simply a nyc gal who is lost somewhere on my constant exploration of the city and the life,love, and pursuit found within it.
If you are so inclined... sap {at} lifelovepursuit.com
[Andrew Young] wrote that Mr. Edwards once calmed an anxious Ms. Hunter by promising her that after his wife died, he would marry her in a rooftop ceremony in New York with an appearance by the Dave Matthews Band.
There are no words except for: John Edwards is a Scumbug: Exhibit A (via Gawker)
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