Once upon many times, I was told to go to my room. Shocker. This particular time my mother, #lakme, had tossed a Nancy Drew book at me and I wasn't allowed to come out until I finished it. I was horrified. I was 7. Oh, if I could only say reading was the biggest horror... Continue Reading →
i gotta feeva!
I have now been in bed for almost 4 days straight. My immune system has officially failed me. It's either that or my body has been possessed by Zuul which I'm beginning to think is a very viable option. Somebody call the Ghosbusters. The men or the women, I don't care. Being a sick adult is... Continue Reading →
We see them on red carpets, on the big screens, and through the television in our own homes. We buy magazines because their face is on it, books because they wrote them, and products because they endorsed them. They made it. They can officially claim the term celebrity. And while I feel a bit of... Continue Reading →