In 1998, I started a blog, something I could control very easily and update at my own whim.

I smoked for many years like a total idiot.

Please make me either relatable or terrible.

With apologies to all my past boyfriends, I never loved a man the way I loved my old apartment.

I remember being banned from other houses as a younger child during the winter holiday season; I was the only one who didn't believe in Santa Claus, and I was ruining everyone's Christmas.

What's the point of having a book club if you don't get to eat brownies and drink wine?

Smart, sharp, and hilarious, Slaughterhouse 90210 is the perfect pick-me-up and never-put-me-down book.