Social Terrors: My Worst Date Ever

“Oh, I don’t watch television,” he laughed, taking a sip of his Australian wine. He turned to the waitress, a short Mexican woman in her sixties.”What, exactly, is in this salad?” he asked her. As she listed off the ingredients he requested she repeat herself several times, sighing audibly at her thick accent.

The Real Housewives of NY Never Have To Deal With This Shit – Part 2

Part two of my exciting bedbug saga, in which I make my exciting television debut! So, as you’ll recall: I am suing my landlord, Sam, who constantly calls me by my last name.  I have enraged my roommate Gabby, who is being bullied by Sam to get me to drop the suit. And I have […]