I'm sorry. I've been radio silent the entire Stanley Cup Playoffs, and it's the exact reason why I was incommunicado during the World Series run, too #blessed. I'm not known for my plethora of good luck. This is a lie, I just like using the gif. Tonight is the night. 8pm. Game 7 Stanley Cup… Continue reading A date with the Lord (Stanley) for my ladies
We've skipped fall in Boston this year, and it's cold as hell out. It's officially cuffing season (Mom, I'll explain that to you later). The single degenerates of the city are scrambling to find someone to be their personal photographer at Nashoba Valley, or take their window unit ACs out **cough cough**, because Winter is… Continue reading Winter. Is. Coming.
The days are noticeably shorter, the weather can't make up it's damn mind, and basic bitches our readers whom we love SO much are screaming about "Mean Girls" day.