Possessed Business: Orange Jordan

The inspiration for this post can be traced back to Jad. Thanks, Jad! Dear Orange Jordan, I have had it with you. You’re like some bad boyfriend who takes my money but refuses to deliver on the important things in life, such as rubbing my feet, or, in your case, LETTING ME USE MY GODDAMNContinue reading “Possessed Business: Orange Jordan”

To the Idiot Who Wrongly Classified My Page on StumbleUpon

Screw you. Seriously, screw you. And not in the way you’ve been thinking of either. I know your game. You were googling Slavic-themed p.(or).n, and you came here. I hate assumptions. I hate assumptions made about sex-workers just as much as I hate assumptions made about me based on my Slavic name.