nothing is worse than the 5 o'clock crowd outside of wicked whist making my way towards the goodman. it smells of every victoria's secret body splash imaginable. packed 100 people deep moving our bodies like ants. it's impossible and something i dread. now, jersey boys--that's classy. i have no idea why it's such the shit.

poor ole miller's pub.
tif | 05.02.08 - 12:35 pm | #