Ten weeks into the New Year and the diet's still going strong. Unfortunately, that diet would best be described as "unchaperoned child at a birthday party." Better luck 2016!
I thought that a relationship should be nurturing, so I suggested we get a pet together. She thought a relationship should be rooted in trust and wanted us to be more honest with each other. So we compromised with a trip to the local taxidermist.
It’s fucked up that Doritos-flavored Mountain Dew is a thing now, but what keeps me awake at night is that, somewhere out there, a 12 year old still has two wishes left.