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The better-known Sex and the Ivy chronicled my adventures as a Harvard undergrad from August 2006 to January 2008. That blog -- along with my sex life -- is in the process of being resurrected.
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I’m the same girl only with more emails to read and less optimism.
I’m the same girl only with more emails to read and less optimism.
The only thing I ever wanted from that stupid blog was free shit & fan mail: I get free DVDs, free products to review, .89/month on AdSense and a folder in my inbox labeled “fan mail to feed my ego.” Not to mention invites to LA events (Lindsay Lohan style), job offers (to add to my web design portfolio) and the line that was supposed to be around the block after I turned 18 (said some dude who never hit it when I was underaged), that line has looped through several city blocks.
Nevermind that I still can’t pay all my bills every month, I have nobody to go with to these parties, and I am terrified of men because I know the second John comes rolling back, it’s goodbye logic, hello John’s penis.
Goal for the next three months: be a good woman, whatever that means.
This sounds like me about a year ago — disillusioned with the blog and disillusioned with men. Now? I’m just tired. But at least there’s someone to sleep next to.
