One of the candidates had just begun a 40 day yoga challenge. Another had just started a raw food diet. When it was my turn to answer, I told them I had recently started cooking at home more often instead of eating out. This was technically true, as long as you consider putting frozen pizza in the oven cooking.
I’ve been photographed in 13 countries and four states, tied up everywhere from stunning church ruins to secret underground dungeons below country mansions and have stomped down catwalks in just about every kind of outfit imaginable.
All we needed was my dad’s permission and a bunch of paperwork, and I could be on his health insurance, live with him senior year, and most importantly, cut down on or completely eliminate contact with my dad.
I’m a human being that deals with mental illness in self-destructive ways, not a bunch of orifices for you to poke because you think my reckless treatment of my body somehow cancels out my autonomy over it.
Peers, take note: If you’re planning to steal over $400 from your friend, know thy privacy settings. When suing my best friend didn’t make her pay me back, tracking her social media and telling her dad got me payment in full.
I spent the next 48 hours not sure what would be the more troublesome result -- that I had in fact been drugged, or that I had not, and therefore had to deal with this mind-blowing sex deal for what it was.