Kate Ryan

Recently, it was announced that the Ocean’s Eleven remake will be ladies-only too. Could it be that we’ve embarked on an era in which women take center stage?

She got too high while watching The Bachelor and had a misanthropic breakdown.

She couldn’t imagine the water she sat in, the water that enveloped her body, wanted to be here.

The case of beer I brought, as my mother explained, is “pure poison” and so I must drink it all by myself.

Like booster engines emptied of fuel, my limbs become disposable, useless tanks as the blood rushes from them.

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

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

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…

Everywhere you look these days (on Instagram), beautiful pictures abound. From teacups overflowing with succulents to smoothie bowls arranged as art. All while a lavender-haired model casually eats ice cream in front of a stupidly gorgeous Tahitian sunset. All this endless beauty has become a bit dull.

LAX, on the other hand, seemed like a perfect place to pick up the latest deadly virus.