Last night in a fit of insomnia, I created chapters that would populate the book written on mine and my friends' lives right now. Full novel to come.*
*but probably not.
Chapter 1: On texting beautiful men
Chapter 2: Range Rover etiquette; or, the how-tos and just the tips to car hook ups
Chapter 3: Best friends are for kissing
Chapter 4: If Ohio is for lovers, New York is for cat hoarders
Chapter 5: Fresh coat of single, Fresh coat of alcoholism
Chapter 6: The only person to contact me while my phone was off during the movie was my mother
Chapter 7: Tugboats, Gingers and Homosexuals: a guide to dating all the Right Ones
Chapter 8: Tell me where we're going 6-12 hours in advance
Chapter 9: What's that and where do I put it?
Chapter 10: My dog's an insta-whore
Chapter 11: Where'd all the wine go and why is my mouth so purple?
Chapter 12: Basic Bitch litmus pop quiz
Chapter 13: That cabbie has my iPhone and I'm not mad
Chapter 14: I don't always fall in love, but when I do it's on the subway
Chapter 15: Your girl she so thirsty. But really, do you have bottled water? I'm parched.
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