If you’re as thirsty as I am, you would understand the frenzy that ensued on social media this morning as news spread that Tom Daley is gay.
It’s no secret that I’m a hot mess. You can ask anyone. Even at the top of the page here you can see that it says, “I’m kind of a mess.” I’m a wanderer of sorts, I fall in love and get bored really easily, I am crazy emotional, super super sweet until you cross me and I become a vengeful bitch. If you still need more evidence, look no further…I’M A SAGITTARIUS.
One day, someone from your past whom you most relied on, will re-enter your life at a time when you’re no longer a damsel in distress. And it will confuse the fuck out of that person. Especially when they’re used to being the one to save you.
Tell me I’m funny, I already know I’m pretty. It’s an interesting statement and frequent theme in pop culture. We are so obsessed with looks and appearances, what to wear, who to be seen with, how to carry yourself. We put more pressure on women and men (especially women and gay men) to achieve a status of perfect beauty. And even if they can’t reach perfection, it’s expected to at least try.
Read Part One here, Read Part Two here. BEFORE IT ALL FELL APART It was the perfect Saturday morning. I woke up hungover and hungry for Dunkin Donuts (naturally). I called up Josh and I headed up to his apartment. I was a mess as usual, but being hungover just makes me more sassy and loving of all things in the world.
Read Part One here. MY COOL BOSTON GUY I looked at Josh like he was the greatest thing in the world. We were surrounded by magnificent buildings and views in the center of Manhattan on 51st and Lexington, taking a break at a peaceful fountain on our trek to my apartment. But the cityscape didn’t matter. The fact that I was starving didn’t matter. All that mattered was him at that moment. And I couldn’t help but smile.
It’s no secret that I’m an open book. In fact, I’m easily the most open of books. I’m practically a travel brochure. I usually blame this on my astrology as a wandering and open Sagittarius. If Taylor Swift’s birthday was the day after yours, you’d be a little open too.
Read Part One here. 2 a.m. crying on the floor. At this point, I hadn’t spoken to Jayden Tucker in months. We tried connecting when I first got word I was going to be a PR intern in NYC but let’s just say he didn’t try quite hard enough.
Oh LAWD. What am I doing…why am I on the floor right now…why am I crying? I knew leading up to this that I had yet to reach my low point, but I didn’t think it would happen on a night when my best friend was visiting me in New York City. Poor Penny. Homegirl didn’t know I was about to be leavin’ her at a New York nightclub on her first visit to the city. So much SMH on my end. So much emotional instability.
by Zachary Fonaas As a person with melodramatic tendencies and an inability to stay in on the weekends, it is important for me to keep my head on straight while striving to become a TV personality SUPERSTAR.