Ugh, Slade. Ugggggggggh.

I love this. I hope she does a huge book tour and late night talk show circuit and tells a million crazy stories like these. Seriously, I want her and Nicole Kidman to yell from the rooftops that Scientology is fucking crazy.

Note to self: never live in a cabin, never move into an apartment without doing a background check on history of past evil, current ghosts and creepy ass landlords.

SHOE-SPICIOUS

I am eating bacon right now.

BEHOLD:

FUSTINI’S is my jam http://www.fustinis.com/store/products…

My neighbor went deep sea fishing and brought us back some kick ass tuna. I made a sauce from ginger honey vinegar, blood orange olive oil and soy sauce. Lightly pan fried on each side, pink in the middle. I am not someone that would consider themselves a good cook. I am decent.

WOULD, EH.

I’m looking forward to hearing about Chrissy Teigen’s insane pregnancy cravings. Is that weird?

Great series and thanks for reminding me about how awesome Lionsong is.

That’s some John Singer Sargent realness and yes please more please.

OMG with the screaming heads! Nightmares for weeks.

Ne-Yo looks neat-o! Can’t wait for The Wiz.

WOULD.

Ugh, who OK’d this? Lorne is this your doing?

I’m not sure I’m going to be able to watch this movie. This book was great but so disturbing. This is scarier to me than horror movies because there ARE crazy people out there that will kidnap a person and hold them for years and assault and torture them. Something like that is obviously more likely than a zombie…

Is it weird that I love those silvery mesh dresses? Or is my love for Gwendolyn Christie making me like them more than I should?

“I’m ready for love,” he announces with a droopy smirk before burping and pulling down his jeans and revealing his faded, pilly boxers.