bad bitches

Too wide awake to sleep, Mr. Hollywood and I spend the next twenty minutes gulping down water and laying up in bed talking.  Both on our sides [Read More]

After setting up three little lines on a free table in his room, Mr. Hollywood hands over two cut straws to Serenity and me, insisting that, [Read More]

The cab pulling up to Mr. Hollywood's, I step outside and see that we've stopped in front of a gated house.  I had no idea people in Hollywood [Read More]

It’s been awhile since I’ve gotten laid and at this point I’m ready to just settle for calling in the reserves: creepy weirdos [Read More]

Returning home from work just now, wearing a black and white flowing sundress and 5-inch black peep-toe stilettos, I wearily dragged my ass over [Read More]

Nobody likes being the third wheel, especially when you know you’re going to be the third wheel to your best friend’s date [Read More]

Drama’s only word of advice to me (ever maybe) was to, “Whatever you do, Jay, do NOT fuck The Russian DP!”  How can anybody [Read More]

**While I normally only separate stories into several parts as a means to fully detail the extent of how ridiculous my adventure was, I must [Read More]

Last night was Gem and Vixen’s wedding.  At the rehearsal dinner the night prior, Georgia Peach and I, the only single girls in the wedding [Read More]

After work tonight, I saw a text from Wiley stating that, “Hey, I’m moving home (Chicago) on the 15th so I was hoping we could grab a [Read More]