This blog is going to be a thing. It is going to be a thing that I do, once a week or so. It will be an alternative to googling overpriced beauty products that I'll never buy, reading shit about celebrities who are faintly interesting at best, and playing Boy Buffet on Okcupid. I need a record of all the ridiculous antics I plan on getting up to in the next however long and this seems to fit the bill.
So I'm single now, again. All-Star and I broke up a few days after my birthday, and I'm still moderately annoyed that I got gypped out of a birthday present as well as all the Christmas presents his family would have got me. What can I say, I was looking forward to that Bath and Body Works gift card. I miss his family in general, actually. They were nice folks, completely willing to accept a random foreigner into their holiday gatherings and not complain when she spent the whole time hanging out with the kids.
The dating shenanigans commenced while I was back in the motherland over the holidays. I gave myself the Christmas gift of a boy from high school who was dumb as a box of rocks but remarkably well endowed. 'Twas the season, I guess.
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