If you ask me, that’s what real love is: the kind of love when your farts smell the same and nobody really cares who did it.
I was being paid to serve people food, but I was forced to do much more than that.
As a twenty-something woman, I don’t need to tell you what I dream about. Facebook can tell you: Marriage.
I’m always on the lookout for richly pigmented formulas that won’t siphon cash from my coffee and black dress fund.
If we run into each other down the road, we will never be able to recreate this experience – this moment in this season with these people.
I am the Danny Ocean of socializers. My life has been a long con of pretending that I don’t want to hide out in the corner when I am around people.