I Don't Have A Terrible

Thanks A Heap Coyote Ugly. This Cactus-gram Stings Worse Than Your Abandonment.

People Are More Interested In Being Visible Than They Are In Loving Other People.

The Stuff I Write Isn't Strictly Autobiographical, But It's Personal, If That Makes Any Sense. It Draws All These Little Incidents And People Out Of My Life And Then Contorts Them.

I'm Glad That As A 33-year-old Working Mother, I Can Still Choose To Wear A Hello Kitty T-shirt Or Stay Up Late Scrolling Through The Twitter Feed Of My Junior-high Crush.

Los Angeles Is Often Described As The Nadir Of Vapidity, A Smog-choked Space Cradle.