WTFUCKme

Every holiday season (for the sake of clarity we’ll say late November-mid February) women go insane. It has to be in the female genome to feel needy at this designated time. We are bombarded with images of family and warmth so much so that even I, the anti-cheese, feel compelled to want or …eek to ‘need’ somebody to love. And because I live in the Northeast this time is coincidentally also the coldest of months—prompting us to spend more time indoors and possibly nurture emotions that would’ve never had a fighting chance in the summer.

All in all, what I wanted to say was:

FOR SALE/RENT/FREE: MY HORMONES