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There we are, spending time with his friends at some humdrum house party. Only it's not just any house, for whatever reason we are temporary tenants of this obscure apartment. We start fighting, as we so often do. Malicious words are thrown at each other, the kind of things you immediately regret saying... the things that you know will get under someone's skin and fill them with such rage that boundaries and respect become absent. With tears chasing each other down my face, I lock myself in a room and frantically heave all of my belongings into a Herschel duffel. I can hear his friends taunting me, as if we had been complete strangers to each other all along. I can hear him barking on the other side of the door, and as I'm trying to catch my breath from sobbing so hard, all I can think about it is how I'm going to get out of here. 

I forget how real dreams can seem. 

bring me sweet dreams tonight, and help me be good tomorrow

First impressions are always the hardest...

But I think this about sums me up pretty well. 

I'm Tiffany, 26 and living in the grand city of Chicago. I tend to laugh loudly (and frequently) with my hand over my mouth... probably in efforts to conceal my teeef. I regularly abuse prepositions and ellipses, and adore parenthetical sidenotes. I play dress-up sometimes in the confines of my room, but more than anything, I like to participate in both private and public dance parties to the likes of MJ and the occasional Biebz. 

This is me keeping track of my moderately adult life (musings and mishaps included), and any colossal milestones that may come my way. 

Stay tuned!