What she said

I love it when friends call me on my shit. Especially when the shit I’ve been meaning to talk about is fucking awesome. So when the subject of this story called me out on my very public (Facebook) post of , "you just know I'm gonna blog about this", I was nudged, ever so lovingly, do … Continue reading What she said

Pants on Fire

I'm a liar. There. I said it. Feels good to say it out loud. Although, not much of a surprise, considering I'm a [recovering] drug addict. A drug addict saying they're lying, is like the Ocean saying it's salty. It just comes with the territory. I don't remember where I first heard the saying, "How do … Continue reading Pants on Fire

Guts

On the heels of my last post, I’d like to come clean. I’m not what you’d call a, “well-read” gal. That isn’t to say, I don’t occasionally inhale words in the same fashion I would a hot fudge brownie every 28 days, but it takes more than the slight shift of hormonal imbalance to grab … Continue reading Guts