Stephanie Georgopulos

Remember the bad times and how you tricked yourself into believing they were good.

You weren’t made for the screen you know, and neither was the broken skin where you cut yourself shaving and the almost-invisible hairs that paint the corners of your upper lip and that one crooked eyelash that bends at a 45-degree angle.

I am alive. Very, very alive. For the first time in my life.

“HAY WORLD, GUNNA TRY U. WHAT’S CON ED? LOL”

I know 90s email chain letters and sex ed taught us otherwise, but chlamydia doesn’t always look like a molded piece of broccoli vomiting up blood clots.

Come back to the future, Marty McFly.

While the camp and cheese that was a Sex and the City (and Carrie) staple worked in the late 90s and early 2000s, it feels a little too optimistic and corny in 2013.

If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, it’s a relationship.