A Different Kind Of Christmas

I can barely recall where I was last year. I can barely recall the feeling. Maybe  I was at a  Christmas party somewhere, getting my liver fried out by alcohol. Or maybe I was just at home wasting my day away with mushy rom-com movies I´ve seen several times already. One thing´s for sure however,... Continue Reading →


21 And Not A Party Girl

When you're not the party girl, people always assume that you're lying. I may enjoy drinking booze but it doesn't necessarily follow that I enjoy bumping and grinding with other sweaty people who are clueless as to why they are there as well. When I was 14, all I wanted to do is to get... Continue Reading →

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