. . . and then one of you suggests you meet up. For a date. In person in real life face to face and well. This was the whole point in the first place, right? RIGHT?!!@
Hi, my name is Rachel, and I have seen the end of Tinder. Gather round, young ones, and I shall tell you my tale of woe. sorry, but who wouldn't want to date a landshark?! I’ve often used this blog... Continue Reading →
Day Seven Whoever this new me is got up and went to a gym class this Sunday morning. Halfway through, the banana and coffee I had slammed down earlier tried to make a second appearance, but I nervous giggled through... Continue Reading →
Day Four The site of my hot date for V-day It’s Valentine’s Day Eve, and I am single, and 34, and nary a glass of wine in sight, just a wee bag of M&Ms. Didn't even go out - just... Continue Reading →
Day One (Disclaimer: despite referencing the gym a few times here, this blog is not about to become a fitness, meal prep, or healthy anything. Lol you know me better than that. Carry on.) i miss you, borneo Something about... Continue Reading →
Disclaimer: This post was written under the influence of a wine-soaked happy hour with a friend going through a break-up, end of the school year exhaustion, Hong Kong humidity permeating my already scrambled brain, and "Benny and the Jets" on... Continue Reading →
Sunglasses Always Fit 