deliciously vulgar
From the monthly archives:
Okay. Here goes. I understand that with sex, as with much of anything else, people have different opinions about what’s awesome and not so awesome. For example, I know some people out there are like, “Pee on me!” whereas I’m all, “If you pee anywhere NEAR me, I’m absolutely going to punch you out.” But [...]
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I spent my last night in Chicago bar hopping around Wrigleyville. With seven guys. Me and seven guys. Seven guys from Portland, Chicago, Canada, England, and Australia. Guys with accents and dance moves and hilarious stories and the type of manners where they offer you their arm while walking down the street, because it’s the [...]
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Here’s a fun fact about me. Actually no, it’s not as much fun as it is horrifying, but it’s a fact nonetheless so I’m just going to roll with it. Fact: I’ve never been on a real date. I know right? Because being in your 20s in 2009 means growing up in the land of [...]
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In the past five days, I’ve woken up in three different places. A bed in Wicker Park, a pull out couch at The Standard Club, and a big leather sofa in Lakeview. My eyes open every morning and I’m all, “what time is it?” and “where the fuck am I?” Because being a couch-hoping nomad [...]
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So it’s Wednesday evening and I’m sitting in my parents’ bedroom, surrounded by every single article of clothing that I own, pondering how the fuck one packs for a trip that has no foreseeable end-date and no specific list of destinations. Combine this with the fact that my new nomadic lifestyle only allows for carry-on [...]
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