Not Quite Poetry
It’s the Holiday Season
And no that doesn’t make me horribly depressed…ha ha! And I don’t feel gross inside or feel like crying for no reason. And I don’t let trying to put peanut butter into the little slit of a celery stick piss me off...
Not Quite Poetry
Gilly Girls
I swore I would never re-watch but fucking Netflix. It’s a common point of discussion amongst woman (and some men) in their 30s about…Rory’s…mate. Who should it be? Which suitor is the ultimate golden trophy choice...