Isn’t this what I wanted?


Why am I not happy about it? Why do I feel this strong lingering sadness thinking about the fact that I am about to officially leave this city again. Is this how the book ends? Or is this just an end of another chapter?

Is this too cute?

Anyone who’s seen us
Knows what’s goin’ on between us
It doesn’t take a genius
To read between the lines

Hey you

One small episode of relapse is ok. You’ve been doing really well so far! Please give yourself a little pat on the back.

Plus, it was just a LinkedIn message. That’s practically work! So don’t sweat it.

You’re fine 😉

To be honest..

I still don’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing when a guy tells me:

“You’re intimidating.”

Seriously, me? Super chill and nice me?


We knew better..

Than to give in to our alcohol induced lustful desires last night.

It would have been fun, but there’s still a lot more politics to be discussed and spinning classes to attend.

So it’s probably wise not to mix the two 🤗

Dear foodie friend…

You should know that being (and staying) disease free was not in the fine prints of my fuck boy application requirements. It was in BOLD and part of the god damn COMPULSORY REQUIREMENTS.

So when you gave me the scare of a potential STD infection; I knew that that’s it. I’m sorry, but I have to drop you from my roster because I really don’t need these kinds of unnecessary anxiety.

Good luck figuring out whichever bitch gave you Chlamydia.


What does liking my post on LinkedIn means again?!

*Opens the millenials handbook to cryptic digital communication second edition