Never be the same again…

Depressed wasn’t the word. Now that Tania and I had fallen out, I had no friends. There were people that I came into contact with on a regular basis, you know the lady at the grocery store, my yoga teacher, my hair dresser, even the bank teller, but they were all acquaintances. Not friends. To make things even worse, I think that Bernard guessed that I knew about him and Tania. When he asked me why I hadn’t been out with her in weeks, I just gave him an extremely vague ‘no reason’

I have a confession….after reading Karrine Steffans Superhead’s book Confessions of a Video Vixen and The Vixen Diaries and finding it ignorantly entertaining for several reasons, there’s another memoir novel that has yet to be published (but should) that I’ve found equally entertaining. I’ve been selfishly keeping this to myself, but after reading each part and anxiously waiting for the next, I’ve decided I’d share cause we all know how we are so easily entertained by some bull-ish and drama. I’m sure you know someone, male or female, that falls into this – I know too many (shout out). Enjoy!