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...
It's 2018 and I'm on the very tail end of my five-week adventure in Thailand. I've been teasing it for a few weeks and today is the day I finally share the full story of my best love story (and, as a special treat, I read a rough draft of my Modern Love essay!) In this episode, I spontaneously decide to read from page 97/98 of my memoir, Salt and Sour, because there is an important story that is allllll connected. Oh yea, baby, there's a TWIST! I hope you enjoy this insanely romantic lo...
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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...
