I’ve dated a lot. I’ve bought a lot of shit. I’ve eaten more pizza and ice cream than you can imagine. I’ve traveled this country we call home and it wasn’t always pretty. I have some stories to tell. Amid the stories/essays/rants/whatever, we’re going to have some fun. Because why the hell wouldn’t we.
I like avocado toast and tutus and flamingos as much as the next girl, so there will be a lot of that.
I’d also like to warn you that there will be a lot of rage. Rage against men, rage against the machine, rage against someone touching my arm on the PATH train or the small of my back at the bar. There’s really nothing too big or small for me to have a full post’s worth of rage about
I’m excited to get started and share my thoughts. I don’t know why I never did this before but I think I was probably being a wimp and thought people would think it was weird.
Well, it is weird. So here we go.