Greetings, friends,
I write this to you from somewhere in the Rocky Mountain range, and I hope this message finds all of you blessed.
While a lot of my content typically focuses on sex/dating/relationships, it’s important every once in a while to pause and reflect on life - especially since you can argue that the most important relationship you can have is the one you have with yourself.
Mix together a few microdoses (iykyk) and some turns on a mountain, and you get this post.
I hope you enjoy it.
One of those Days
*Brrrrr Brrrrrr Brrrrrr*
You feel your Whoop vibrating on your wrist.
“6:30 already… fuck… I’m hungover as shit from last night. The Australians put me through hell.”
Your first night in town was a blur.
On a whim, after reading
's thread on solo ski trips, you bought a ticket to your nearest mountain and you throw all caution to the wind.Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
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