I had strum up this idea 5 vodka sodas deep a night at the bar about a week after Thanksgiving. Men are cancelled. I had been "breadcrumbed" by a guy who had been chasing me for about a year, then got a fiancé, broke up with said fiancé, took me on a date where we … Continue reading Men are cancelled.
Are you going to talk me afterwards if we have sex? I felt his breath on my neck, his naked skin against mine. Of course, I just can't stay the night. That answer was good enough for me, even thought it really wasn't. The door shuts behind him after he leaves my dorm. I wait … Continue reading Why don’t you want me?
The past few months I've received a lot of emails, Insta DMs and in-person Qs about my blog. I've sorta ~blogged about it~ before, but that was, like, almost a year ago. So, here's a refresher. Some of the Qs I've been asked are as follows: Why and when did you start it? How can I start … Continue reading I have a chewed piece of gum on my desk.
11:26pm. It's dead in here can I pleeeeease get cut? I grab my bag and run to the bathroom. Black heels and a red dress. A quick attempt at smoky eye. I snag my bar key from the top of the sink and stuff it in my coat pocket. Bye everyone! Happy New Year! I … Continue reading 2017 Year In Review
I am a storyteller. “What’s up with a pretty girl like you being single?” he asked in a drunken slur. “Umm, idk! You know men these days!” I replied four vodka sodas deep, “just not ready for a boyfriend I suppose.” After a brief make out sesh at the bar before I realized I wasn’t … Continue reading I am a storyteller.
The blind in the middle window of my bedroom is broken. I should get it fixed, but I enjoy Mother Nature as an alarm clock. You cannot hit snooze on the sun. I've tried. Mother Naure is relentless. I am relentless. The sun woke me that morning, the same way it always does. I looked … Continue reading Words.
When you start to identify yourself as someone less than who you are is when you need to walk away.