Things I’ve been filling my time with recently include: daydreaming, jerking off, wanting to die, snorting Xanex, pretending to be Tyra Banks, thinking about nothing… and some other random stuff, all of which is not based in reality. More
So I’m back in my loser hicksville hometown in upstate New York, where I'll be spending the next five weeks suffering at the hands of my insane, radical Christian parents. Think extreme praying, book burnings, and the complete lack of anything to do with sex, drugs or fun. Hurray! More
Seven months ago my boyfriend of five years dumped me. I'm not really sure why. Probably to become gay. Who knows? But I can honestly say that I’ve handled this break-up with the least amount of dignity and grace that I possible could. More
Recently, my ever-horny friend Sarah decided she wants to be “raped.” Previous fantasies of Sarah’s include having sex with a senior citizen, having a threesome with a married couple, and fucking a blind guy (which I’m pretty sure she stole from me). More
My flatmates are really fucking dumb. No, you don’t understand. I thought I was stupid, but these fuck-heads just take it to a whole other level. Here’s an update on what’s been going down in the land of the retarded—aka our south London squat “Squallyoaks”—as of late. More
Hey Platform readers! I’m Karley, your new blogger or columnist or wasted rambler or whatever it is you call this shit. I write a blog called Slutever where I basically just write about all the losers, prostitutes, drug addicts and shamans that I live with down in our south London squat. More