Bitch, please: Cosmo’s horrible texting advice.
I stumbled upon this “What Does His Text Mean” article filed under “dating advice” on Cosmo’s web site. It’s a whole bunch of WTF. Most guys say what they mean -no translation needed. And yet, here we...
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The time is here for me to come out of my moving-to-California hiatus and update this bitch. The move went relatively smoothly minus my giant breakdown around 2 am in Vegas. The stress of everything...
View ArticleIn a move I like to call: you’re a moron…
I thought things with Bachelor #3 were done. Over the weekend I got another apology, minus an explanation, plus the whole, “I want to be friends more than anything” speech. Eye-roll. I could have...
View ArticleI’m a Britney Spears song
I’m still hanging out with Bachelor #3. We’re in quite the grey area right now and it’s too soon to ask him to define anything, lest I send him running for the hills. Yes, I am aware it’s my own...
View ArticleNow I’m a Delilah caller
I used to listen to Delilah in high school/college, though I am not sure why. But I feel like all her calls are one of two extremes: some over the top in love person rubbing it in our faces, in which D...
View ArticleDating is actually the worst, for real, no take backs, no triple stamping a...
Dating. It sucks. It’s a social land mine of broken hearts, bad sex, bad dates, bad kisses and then SOMETIMES you get a really good person that makes you all but then it ends in ultimate gut-wrenching...
View ArticleIn which we discuss online dating
One of my friends is on OKCupid, and has really weathered some absolute bullshit because she’s a trooper, and I’ve just listened to her stories over G-Chat, vowing never again to test the waters of...
View ArticleHalfway there
How in the hell are we already halfway done with 2014? I legitimately do not understand. This year is flying, more so than any recent ones that I can remember. May was a hard month for me. Well,...
View ArticleIn which we discuss total incompetence
Picture it: Newport Beach, last Saturday (I’m watching a Golden Girls marathon right now so forgive me for channeling Sophia). Anyway: You’re hanging out in a bar with your good friend when a random...
View ArticleBitch, what? Volume 1
I’m dying. Not literally. But I found my diary from my freshman year of college, and it’s a train wreck. Before I even got to the first entry, I opened the diary to see that, on the inside cover, I...
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