Kate Ryan

For all of you crazy people that think going to Target is ever a good idea during the holiday season, this is a list on how to survive a shopping trip to Target is for you…

The Gap come autumn: where normcore and film noir cleverly collide.

"No self-respecting journalist or publication would ever hire someone who employs the word 'sh--' as a title for anything."

Someone would always cook in their tighty whities, his package at eye level for the person doing French homework at the kitchen table.

The bread had to be store-bought and white, of course, so as not to raise a red flag among my classmates. I still see rebellion in a ham sandwich.

Eva, having stayed up the whole night preoccupied with death and time, planned to call in sick.

I have no choice but to start all over again, tomorrow or not at all.

My tights are cutting me in half at the waist . . . just like a sausage in its casing.

One of my biggest fears is having a random stranger ask me, "how it’s going?" They might as well ask if I’d like to step into their van and get murdered.

Surviving the Apocalypse didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy a little romance.