To go, or not to go?

I’m 23, going on 24. I haven’t written my book. I haven’t gotten over my fear of flying yet. I haven’t hitchhiked across Europe- in fact I haven’t set foot on the European continent. I haven’t won the Nobel Prize, or the Pulitzer, or the Man Booker and I sure as hell haven’t gotten a … Continue reading

8.

Hmm. Where do I begin? Bilal This is Bilal. This is how he looks like all the time. His expression never changes. It’s freaky. Bilal’s my cousin. I’ve spent 23 years of my life being either annoyed, ignored, or verbally assaulted by him. I’m pretty sure he has a crush on me. Bilal’s also  scary … Continue reading

33 – II

Shhh… Let me tell you something. Close the door first. No, check that there’s nobody outside then shut the door. All clear? Positive? Good. What- do you expect me to scream it to you across the room?? Come closer!! Ok…now promise you won’t tell anyone…done? OK, here goes. *takes deep breath* I don’t like women. … Continue reading