If Christopher Nolan isn't a Christian, he should be. Watching the summer's best movie corrupt my pea-sized brain was incredible. That is, until I was its next captive. Someone planted a thought in my brain. Last night. I. Broke. Down. For whatever reason I couldn't tolerate my living situation anymore. Full time writer = parents pad. Doesn't sound so cool when you're 28 and single. Yeah, I'm a published author, yada yada yada...but the sting of losing my independence is still fresh in the brain. So who planted the thought? (This is the worst) *Only continue reading if you enjoy brutal honesty about the single life. When I'm lonely I go online more. When I go online more I browse guys profiles. When I browse guys profiles I tend to remember old flings.
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