Dee-lightful

She was 53 and she had pink hair. This in itself was not the horror show. It was the vision of her in the middle of the dance floor, absolutely wasted, falling out of her meshed, strategically ripped top, martini triumphantly raised above her head as she dry-humped the androgynous goth boy. Smugly thumbing her... Continue Reading →

The California Humble Brag

*This was a paper I had to write during an English class I took in my late 20's where the professor would settle her bohemian draped girth on her desk, tell us to never get married and to sleep with as many people as possible before we decided to chain ourselves down to family life.... Continue Reading →

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑