I have harboured the thought of inviting all the guys I've made out with in London for a party and watch how they interact with each other. Well I have three years to plan this.
This week is really not my week. I cried so much, I fell down and sprained my ankle and now I got stung by a huge ass bee. What's next? Hit by a truck?
I needed to control myself because, I saw someone's IG story and saw my mortal enemy, and I had to stop from commenting an "EEEEEEEE"โ because they are actually friends with my Mortal Enemy
This person disregarded my email and sent me the exact image that I used to update and claimed I don't have it. I'm like... Did you check your own website. I changed the header colour AND the image.