I swear J-Lo is taunting me. Take your 50 year old Goddess body and get out of my face. You and She-Wolf are why men have insane expectations. I didn't look like that when I was in my twenties. I've never looked like that. So thank you to Shakira and J-Lo for making me feel... 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 →