In a world of straight lines, I am most definitely a squiggle. I've never been a conformist. Not one to take much direction. Definitely don't like being told what to do. I most certainly don't want anything to do with that cookie cutter life. I'm a socialite recluse, a lucky 13 and a wandering soul... Continue Reading →
Gobble, Gobble
A few weeks ago I was forced to endure an hour long Uber ride to the sound of Christmas tunes. I repeat, AN HOUR. Of all the Ubers in Los Angeles, of course I would end up in the one who is all too excited to get his joy to the world on. Many of... Continue Reading →