Posts

Day 1

After the breakup, I was really amazed and thrilled at the amount of support I received from so many incredible people here. I built a damn good network, if I do say so myself. But I was still kind of a fucking wreck. I was drinking, basically morning to night (when I realized I wasn't functioning, I took some time off work), and I was relying on friends to keep me company all the time. I walked into a local bar at 11am, drank until 3pm with friends there, and skipped my way off to begin house-drinking with Kosher Dill. I've known Kosher for several years now, and he's always been pretty damn clear about wanting to hook up. My only real opposition to the idea all along was the thing with Faded Glory, so we did a couple of shots and got down to business. No foreplay, no kissing, just me, bent over my bed, getting railed. (CHEAP DATE!) Midway through, we thought we heard my front door opening (false alarm, but it got us moving!). We went back downstairs, and when no one...
Post a Comment
Read more

And it begins

Image
Hey there! Welcome to Slutty Summer of 17! It gets yelled a lot, so most of the time, I'll refer to it as SLUTTY SUMMER!!! What you couldn't see is that my hands were in the air for that, high-fivin' a million angels, ala Liz Lemon, and shaking my boobs wildly. It's a quick pick me up. So for some quick background: (and this still hurts to talk about, so it really will be brief, because my standard method of handling shitty things is to avoid them). A few weeks ago, I had a rough break up with a guy who I've loved with my entire heart for four years. He was the first one I'd really connected with since my divorce, and I could absolutely see myself spending the rest of my life with him. Needless to say, the unexpected break up broke my heart. Added to that, he had already moved on before he bothered to let me know. Turns out, Faded Glory was a way shittier human than I'd given him credit for. Much like his shit-sucking friends. I figured them out a lot s...
Post a Comment
Read more