deliciously vulgar
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Sometimes I hate things. Like broccoli. And scented deodorant. And horror movies. And forgetting to buy toilet paper before I run out of toilet paper which means I’m forced to choose between using a really rough paper towel that makes my vagina angry or those tiny little cotton squares we have for makeup removal that [...]
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Somewhere over the past three and a half years since I graduated from NYU, I stopped playing drinking games. And by drinking games, I clearly just mean Kings Cup because that’s really the only drinking game I ever knew how to play except actually, I don’t think I knew how to play at all and [...]
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This is probably a little redundant at this point, but I drink a lot of wine. Specifically, I drink a lot of Two Buck Chuck from Trader Joe’s, which isn’t necessarily relevant but might be something you should write down just in case you’re ever faced with needing to buy me a present and you’re [...]
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Knowledge is weird. Like, one second you don’t know something and then the next second you do. And as soon as you do? You can’t un-know it. Well, except for high school Spanish. I couldn’t conjugate a Spanish verb to save the lives of all the AIDS babies in the galaxy. So, you know, hopefully [...]
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So, during my three hour layover last night I thought it would be a good idea to have some pre-second-flight drinks at the airport bar. Or, more accurately, at one of the airport bars, because whoever designed the new jetBlue terminal at JFK is clearly a raging alcoholic and thought it would be killer to [...]
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