Every day another story breaks about another director, another actor, and another photographer being accused of sexual misconduct...
2018 has been stressful. And people are crazy. Is everyone in LA genetically decomposed to be in a perpetual state of chaos?
These transients who cough without covering their mouth, and refusal to implement proper sanitary practices have left me sick
Here's a last vent before I get my nun costume and join the covent.
"It never gets easier."
Turning my back to 2017, like "new phone, who's this?"
Traveling over the holidays seems to resemble that computer game I played in elementary school, Oregon Trail.
I left sunny California for a week of natural Cryotherapy!
I have decided to turn it into my 3 year plan.
The closest I could relate [to that kind of intimacy] is when I order Domino's and the tracker tells me that the carrier has left for delivery.
It's beginning to look a lot like fuck this.
Sophie's choice... I either had to drop a deuce in a bush or in your pants. Both options are social suicide.
Give great head!
Each day I am shocked to hear yet another new sexual allegation case. It's so disgusting on all accounts.
I hate Thanksgiving. All these fat Americans eating their body weight in complex carbohydrates
I was in the elevator when this fugly toddler went ahead and pressed all the elevator numbers...
I will be answering all your burning questions...
I actively choose not to have kids, so I don't want to hear your little asshole crying, screaming, or running amok when I am at dinner.
I will personally buy you a Spirit airline one-way ticket back to bum-fuck Egypt; where you belong.
When you come to LA there are a few things you should never do...
Can I start by saying, nothing says "thirst" quite like a blogger getting their picture taken. It's so cringe-worthy...
Most people my age are finished having kids; Meanwhile, I am over here too irresponsible to own a dog...
My best kept secrets until now...
...Not to be mistaken for Snoop Dogg's song "Sexual Seduction."
Do you have to be a douche bag to be a personal trainer? Or is that just an added bonus
Don't come for me, 'less I send for you.
I often wonder if I was Hitler in my past life, and that's why I am cursed with such horrible luck.
But maybe a bitch should try.
Lose 3 days in 1 week!
...My friends will probably say it's Photoshop too.