Archive for December 2020

Dear Diary, So Anne and I were out the other day running errands, risking our lives by riding public transit as bougie bitches like us are wont to do. She was completely oblivious of everything, as usual, while I was damn near dying over an intense smell of putridness that seemed to hang in the…

Dear Diary, I’ve been an author for about five years now. I’ve taken December completely off from author-related tasks every one of those years – including writing and social media. Of course, back then, I had a full-time job and the occasional victim (I mean, lover) to deal with, but as of this year, I’ve…