Let's take one more shot and go back to your place. My half-eaten ramen bowl sat in front of me with a cocktail glass half full of a crushed lime and watered down Tito's. Two more tequila shots please! Rail's fine. Rail tequila? I'm equally grossed out as I am offended. He closes out his … Continue reading No, I don’t want to grab a drink.
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.
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.
When I started blogging as a sophomore in college, it was merely a fun side hobby. I wrote short posts, never diving into anything too personal. I didn't want to make my journal public--not because I didn't believe in my writing, but because vulnerability is scary as hell. Putting myself out there only to … Continue reading This is why I blog