The day a pair of pants ruins my life and the lives of those around me I will concede to the evils of the legging.
Poor Norman. He just wanted some one-on-one.
Rudolf plays a festive part in my neurosis.
Dead all this time, and I’m wasting my time on Face Book?
I’d Rather Be Electrocuted than Scrapbook.
There is one group that makes me particularly uncomfortable. And that group is the eyebrow-less.
I know what you’re thinking: what could possibly suck about being a gloriously magical, shimmering lord of equines?
After all, what does success matter when you can skate through life on pure, unadulterated cerebellum?
Of three things I was sure. First, that Edward was a vampire. Second, some part of him thirsted for my blood. Third, I was idiotically and irrevocably in love with him…