My boyfriend offered me a drawer in his dresser for my stuff, and I threw up in my mouth a little bit. I'm pretty sure he didn't notice, because I'm good at hiding things like that. Instead of spitting it out onto his bare feet I swallowed it like any properly-raised country girl would... Continue Reading →
The Scabs. The Scars.
The other night I got lost while trying to prove a point. I was running in the cold dark of night, and took a wrong turn in a somewhat sketchy part of Santa Rosa. Not too sketchy, but you know, when you're super hot like I am, you need to be careful. I stopped to... Continue Reading →
Amanda Janik 