It’s Complicated

Most of my friends don't like it that I'm single or that I can say I'm single with a straight face. Most of them can't and for them it's one thing or the other; mostly the other, a situationship; because they don't want to be the bad guy or a girl that's just too over... Continue Reading →

My mother didn’t raise me to date men

You might wonder why I write about all these dingy joints and my escapades under the influence, there's really only one answer - that's my life (for now). Of course I'd want to write about exotic resorts with white sand beaches stretching across into the horizon. How I lay my head on some Eiderdown Pillow... Continue Reading →

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