A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words

For anyone who hasn’t had the privilege of scrolling through the contacts on my iPhone before – which is really the entire world outside of myself, a cab driver, and one errant thief who frequents a certain late-night River North bar (I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND YOU WILL NOT LIKE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT) – I have a particular classification system that I’ve used to remind myself of the numerous terrible men I’ve dated, and why I thought they were terrible.

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