We are wonderfully impulsive, gorgeously WILD, beautiful and madly sexy girl-creatures who live in the glorious f*cking moment. We drink champagne like it's water and wear fishnet stockings to the office. Until we are disrupted by the cool, cunning touch of love. Two worlds that rarely meet are suddenly staring each other dead in the eye.
We don't live in reality; we live in pretty, glitter-adorned bubbles.
The saddest part is that even after dutifully looking it up, you still can't quite figure out what the f*ck it is.
You never realized how weird your eating habits are until a real grown-up who shops at Whole Foods, and cooks and eats organic comes bursting in your life.
You are suddenly hyper-aware that everything you own is either a mini-dress, cut-off shorts, a cut-out dress, dangerously low-cut, ripped, stained or cropped.