I keep dreaming about the night I spent in the rain in Paris. In fact, I’m dreaming about every night I was there. I need to go back.

What is up with Robbinsdale Hyvee, having the hottest people promoting health drink samples?!

Any tattoo artists wanna get me in tomorrow for a hands off tattoo?

17 days until Paris!

OK, let’s be honest. The Pitt = ER. Amazing. Both shows, ignoring the obvious similarities, are wonderful procedural dramas. Glad to have them both in my lifetime.

Anyone know when poliça is playing at first Ave tomorrow? Considering tickets base on timing…,

I’m hearing that because a famous person is dead (artist) it negates their culpability in pedophilia…. Truly disgusted by this thought…

Stopped in both my hometowns on my way home from my mom’s today and ran into old old old family friends at random spots. The universe wanted me to cringe.

Booked our flights to Paris and Dublin!!!!

I’ll never forget the time I accidentally thought Alice Cooper was Gene Simmons, and he stuck with it until his wife (like a fucking G) said “he’s Alice cooper” and walked out of the elevator… one of the most wonderful experiences of my life. It was my birthday.

Justice for Robert Brooks. That’s all. Fuck the system.

“Get the fuck out my way, Bitch.” Airport soundtrack.

Chanel on The Ultimatum might be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

Aside from Shrinking and Silo, Bad Sisters may be my new fave show.