Facebook whore

Don’t forget to like my Facebook page. I update with better snarky microblogging there. 👍


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British for a Night

That time when I became British to entertain a bunch of millionaires. Or at least feel comfortable around them 🙂

Gym husband

Here is the unedited story of the saga of me and my gym husband. I want to preface the story by saying, I am not delusional. But I would let him murder me if it he agreed to have a nice kiss right beforehand.