Or really, another other time? It occurred to me, after being locked in my bedroom for approximately twelve thousand days, that “ladylike” is a shitty concept. I read something today while performing the vital task of mindlessly scrolling through social media while...

No, not that song by Bob Dylan's kid. I just wiki'd Jakob Dylan. He was born in 1969, in case you weren't feeling old today. I'm talking about nipples. My nipples have been behaving oddly for a while now. I don't mean they've been distant or have been staying out at...

I know what you’re thinking. Really? I already can’t sleep at night. My face is breaking out. Every last person on the planet is on my freaking nerves and what is up with this sweating? For all that is holy, I have cramps again. I haven’t had cramps since I was 17...