Tag Archives: Toxic Best Friend

True stories that never happened

“Fiction is the truth inside the lie.” Stephen King My audience is a mix of complete strangers, relatives, friends, and acquaintances. Some of those acquaintances are coworkers. I never know who is reading my posts, only which ones are being … Continue reading

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Toxic Best Friend in Vegas Part 2: The Last Stand

The watch I had on is in my bathroom medicine cabinet. It still says 11:03. A few hours after I left Toxic Best Friend and her Pussy Posse at the blackjack table, I checked my watch again. It still said … Continue reading

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