Farewell London Rooftop Boy

The sun is high in the sky, and it has just hit noon on Friday afternoon. I'm sitting on the rooftop of the hostel's building in Wicker Park. London boy finally came back from a party he went to the night before. "You should keep a blog for your summer," he says. "I already have … Continue reading Farewell London Rooftop Boy

Single Girl Chronicles

They say you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince. The last few "frogs" I have kissed are more like toads. They are not even worthy of being called frogs. That is how bad my luck has gone with the last few guys in the picture. Each one only played a … Continue reading Single Girl Chronicles