Just take a wild guess of who I always get... it doesn’t necessarily help that I favor the styles of the 50s and 60s too.

Guess who I constantly get? It doesn’t help that I too favor the styles of the 50s and 60s.

No, but I am told nearly daily that I look exactly like Zooey Deschanel and Katy Perry.

I could’ve been one of Colin Farrel’s conquests. Glad I wasn’t though... He was filming a movie in fucking Van Nuys of all places and he was sitting outside of the Starbucks by my house with some dude. I walked in, got my chai, went out to sit with a friend, Colin walked up to me and introduced himself and shook my…

Aaaaand I was there last night to see Amy's hairstyle in action! I can't believe it still.

See, part of me believes this, but part of me doesn't. All of the three (known) kills were connected and close to him at fragile moments of suspicion 1.) his wife with whom he was fighting profusely and she wanted a divorce. He didn't want her to have part of his estate and he didn't want to be known as the divorcee…

I could just see the Neiers girls going to their church. Alexis would be absolved of her robberies... "Andrew said it was meant to be, my going to Paris' that night. It must have meant I really needed Chanel." But first, "girls! Adderal!" And so it is.

"Have a shitty day!" I know! He totally surprised me. I went from, " I hope Sarah drop kicks his ass" to "Donnie, you are so badass!"

Funny, I just wrote this last night.

BREAKING NEWS!:

She needs to hire Humphries alias Gossip Girl to write these tales of drivel. Blake, I know you worked for a few years on a show that relied heavily on this creative writing narrative. But at least it made sense, as it pertained to love triangles, family drama, the lives of the avarice, and a plot...not a bottle of…

Wow, I never realized that that most likely played a role in my much to early curiosity with sex. I was about 6 when my babysitter, a teenage girl, had me make out with her and touch her boobs. She said it was practice and that it was okay. But I was too young to know it wasn't right. It was around that time too that…

I met the one that got away when I was 18. I was sitting outside of Starbucks, drinking a chai tea latte with two shots of espresso, chain smoking, reading Rimbaud poetry. He came up to me and asked if he could bum a cigarette. He was dreamy and rather sweet. We talked for a bit and then he asked if I'd like to go out…

Almost 4 years ago, it'll be officially 4 on Christmas Day, was the day the baby I chose to place for adoption decided that he wanted to be born. So, the adoptive parents flew back to LA from their family holiday to collect their new son. So it's kind of a double holiday for me, even though I chose not to raise him. I…

This makes me feel so much better about my today. So, basically, today there was no running water in the office. Which means there were no working toilets. My boss (a shithead, douchey lawyer, whose favorite thing to do is yell at everybody) let everyone else go home but me and a few others who chose to stay. Now, I…

My mom was telling me about her acid days and told me she SWORE she "saw Jack Bruce (of Cream) playing his bass in the middle of the street." Mine was being on a golf course on acid, deciding I wanted to cocoon myself, and my visions within the cocoon were me flying in a blender over my hometown, I was wrapped in my…

Agreed mostly, but there is one closure I never got that will be an albatross around my neck until I choose to accept it. The fact that I had a boyfriend at the beginning of the year and within a week of exclusivity and happenstance, or lack thereof of the latter, he fell to his death and we still don't know how it…

I know this is hella old, but a note, Mrs. S didn't have the photo of herself, Amelia brought it with her when she went to meet Sarah and Mrs. S found it when Amelia and Sarah went to the basement to meet Helena.

I learned about Gza dropping some science truth AFTER I had planned on releasing an educational science white girl rap album under the moniker Lil Nebula. Science is rad, then I'd have a DJ friend named DJ Enzyme, 'cause he'd break it down.

I dunno man, if Tommy wasn't already in my arms every night as I'm reading and dozing off to sleep, he'll paw and scratch at the door until he's in my arms. Plus, Tinkerbell kind of NEEDS my face to kiss half the time. She just can't stand to not ksis us sometimes. Assholes ;)