Kate Ryan

I would send some chocolates, but I’m not allowed anymore since they found the shiv in the birthday cake I sent you.

Hollywood continues to flounder in a dick-sucking frenzy of self-congratulatory white male directors, writers, and producers.

She doesn’t know how to communicate the feeling that all is for nothing, nothing is normal.

Writing simply does for me what long walks do for small dogs; it makes me tired and happy.

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

He thought I was mad, but in an artistic way; I thought he was horny all the time, but in an artistic way.

As an Uber driver, I have the privilege of talking to and eavesdropping on a sampling of L.A.’s finest, ranging from the clinically insane to the simply self-absorbed. As a writer, there is no end to the amount of inspiration my passengers provide.

She closed in on the open pores enlarged ten times their normal size by a high magnification pocket mirror.

12:48 AM. Why would someone schedule an exorcism for the middle of a weeknight?

I saw my old babysitter at a women’s wrestling cage match.