Kate Ryan
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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.
Read...LAX, on the other hand, seemed like a perfect place to pick up the latest deadly virus.
Read...He thought I was mad, but in an artistic way; I thought he was horny all the time, but in an artistic way.
Read...His mind rode the lines, circling on an endless loop to nowhere as he attempted to go about his activities.
Read...My tights are cutting me in half at the waist . . . just like a sausage in its casing.
Read...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.
Read...Alma couldn’t understand why her Yelp reviews were so dismal. She didn’t advertise herself as a magician. She was a hair stylist.
Read...Motherhood is easily the toughest, most sacred job on earth. Without moms, the human race simply wouldn’t be here. But personally, I’d rather dangle myself from dental floss over a volcano full of spiders than push another human being out of my body.
Read...She knows you’re not supposed to call it an “it,” but she honestly can’t tell if it’s a boy or girl or . . . undecided.
Read...Hollywood continues to flounder in a dick-sucking frenzy of self-congratulatory white male directors, writers, and producers.
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