I realized that there really is no set code, instruction booklet, or manual on how to be an adult, we're all just winging it. Here are four truths everyone faces though.
Author: Ashley Garmany
<p>With my birthday less than a week away, and as the horrifying age of ** approaches like I would Kevin Bacon (barring the restraining order)... you know, slow at first as I don't want to startle him, but with increasing prowess and Kenny Loggins' "Footloose"<em> </em>playing in the background as I pounce... where was I going with this?
I should probably tell the biggest news of all: I am SO totally over any and everything Twilight-related. I'm also a Taylor Swifter and new home- and dog-owner.
When I found out my reunion was coming up, you can imagine how unexcited I was by the prospect. I pictured warm beer, and an overwhelming sense of inadequacy.
I'm currently high on Percocet while writing on a brand new computer that I still don't know how to use. You don't really need your gallbladder, right?
A soundtrack to your night of sweaty, slick passion is the closest you're ever going to come to recreating that scene in Titanic when Kate and Leo bone in the car.
The need to shoplift is built into all teenage girls the same way the need to rebel against their mother is. Here are the three reasons why they're compelled to steal.
Going through my inbox, as I do every so often, I couldn't help but find myself being touched by some of the comments from psychos, actual fans, and foreign robots.
As an avid carol enthusiast, I’ve always taken great pleasure in not only listening to my favorite jolly tunes but getting down to the real nitty gritty of each song.
I've learned a lot since I've been in LA and I feel it's my duty to all you dreamers to tell you the truth about life here. To crush all your desires and aspirations.