It’s been more than two years since someone actually emailed us, but now we can make like Steve from Blue’s Clues and say, “We just got a letter! Wonder who it’s from?”
The day I have been dreading has finally come: I have run out of people to swipe on Tinder. I have run out of people to swipe on Bumble. I have run out of people to swipe on Hinge.
Catch me hanging out in my birthday suit, laying in bed with a pint of Ben and Jerry's and the only two men I need in my life – Jack (Daniel's Tennesee Whiskey) and Tito( Handmade Vodka).
Looking back, I think my relationship was more toxic than Britney Spears dancing in a puddle of nuclear waste. (Alexa, play 'Toxic' by Britney Spears.)
