Why does everything need a label? I never felt the need to wear designer anything. I mean apple bottoms did make my ass feel bigger But perhaps that was just due to all the extra eyes on it. He labels me fascinatingly irritable. I label him a talented asshole. She labels me curiously confused. I... Continue Reading →


So, last weekend was interesting. I knew going in that I would see him. I did my best to prepare myself for that. I didn't want there to be any drama. I mean it was our mutual friend's birthday weekend. We were there for her. So I strapped my shell on tight, reinforced its wall... Continue Reading →

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