And it begins
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 sooner though.
At any rate, I decided to deal with this whole process like any self-respecting girl would--I started drinking, A LOT, and staying out late, and looking for a body to put between me and Faded Glory. Maybe the endorphins would make me feel better. This blog will detail my adventures--join me!
*Disclaimer: I will NOT be sucking any dicks this summer, because that's for those I choose to return for a second audition. I'm NOT here to get anyone else off this summer--it's purely selfish. If they happen to get off in the process, cool. If not, it feels an awful lot like not my fucking problem.
*Disclaimer #2: The names will be changed to protect the slutty. Don't need anyone's job in jeopardy behind this shit.
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 sooner though.
At any rate, I decided to deal with this whole process like any self-respecting girl would--I started drinking, A LOT, and staying out late, and looking for a body to put between me and Faded Glory. Maybe the endorphins would make me feel better. This blog will detail my adventures--join me!
*Disclaimer #2: The names will be changed to protect the slutty. Don't need anyone's job in jeopardy behind this shit.
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