you paid for this: I hated matthew perry's memoir
Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing, which means drugs

Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing, which means drugs
jess tholmer's april 2025 reads!
Besides his charm, he was sweet, funny, and actually quite respectful of women. “Maybe he’s bi,” I wondered, but that shouldn’t have mattered, regardless, because most damning of all, he had a girlfriend. A live-in girlfriend.
He'd worked at this restaurant for under three months when I tripped on the top step of a nail salon, fell down a flight of rickety concrete steps, and shattered my left leg.
Spring has sprung, and here's what Jess Tholmer read in March.