Part way through this episode, I decide to split this journal into two episodes because just SO much is happening! It's winter 2005 and I am coked out of my mind. I go on a bender in Quebec City and am slowly falling madly in love with my very kind, albeit slightly troubled boyfriend. There's a love triangle. There's a party bus. There's a formal dance. There's sex and drugs and big time rock and roll... and there the hell are my parents?!?! I also spend some time reminiscing about my f...
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Part way through this episode, I decide to split this journal into two episodes because just SO much is happening! It's winter 2005 and I am coked out of my mind. I go on a bender in Quebec City and am slowly falling madly in love with my very kind, albeit slightly troubled boyfriend. There's a love triangle. There's a party bus. There's a formal dance. There's sex and drugs and big time rock and roll... and there the hell are my parents?!?! I also spend some time reminiscing about my f...
I've just arrived to Koh Samui, Thailand. It's a quiet island and I am as lonely as one could ever be - there are no humans (except my sweet neighbor, Rod) and I've got a wretched sunburn. I share two stories of when I trusted a random stranger - one went well and one went sideways. I get suuuuper introspective and write and write and write. Spoiler Alert: this episode ends on a cliffhanger and I last minute decide that there needs to be a Part Three of this episode about Thailand. Stay tuned...
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Part way through this episode, I decide to split this journal into two episodes because just SO much is happening! It's winter 2005 and I am coked out of my mind. I go on a bender in Quebec City and am slowly falling madly in love with my very kind, albeit slightly troubled boyfriend. There's a love triangle. There's a party bus. There's a formal dance. There's sex and drugs and big time rock and roll... and there the hell are my parents?!?! I also spend some time reminiscing about my f...
