Cuwinicu!

It was Frank.  I had a few reminders of who that man was that I met, conquered and couldn't seem to get rid of over the next few weeks.  Like - one hell of a bruise from the gear shift, a bit of a limp and phone call after phone call, like some lovesick high school…

All’s Fair in Love and Bitch Slaps

Irritated doesn't begin to describe what I was feeling every time I stepped into the world of Jen: my own peers fawning over her like she was an oracle, asking hustling advice, laughing at everything she said, complimenting her taste in clothing.  Barf.  Traitors. I made sure to stay away from her and anything she…