Karma Patrol by Kate Miller isn’t a diamond.
It’s a tube of Dior 999 on a bad day when all you could find before was chapstick. 326 more words
Agreed to meet up with “the dude who once broke into my house” today. The following excerpt illustrates very neatly one of the many reasons why it never would have worked out between us, before he ever sat outside my door for a half hour incessantly calling and knocking. 221 more words