Everyone who reads me is someone I'd like to hang out with.
Owning a dog is slightly less expensive than being addicted to crack.
When I hug her, I notice she's still wearing yesterday's false eyelashes. Mom? You know those come off with a little makeup remover and a cotton pad?" I'm not taking them off." Why not?" I spent $180 on that makeup job and I refuse to wash my face until I get my money's worth.
Were I forced to describe this woman in one word, that word would be...herpes.
I believe that I have such a vanilla life.
Point? Maybe you aren't a Carrie or a Samantha or a Charlotte or a Miranda. Maybe you're just you.