Oh, you thought I was done at the end of the year? I told y’all I’d be back riding solo in 2022, and that is because this week my ultimate crush, Backstreet Boys’ Nick Carter, celebrates his birthday. So I just had to come through with a week dedicated to the glory that is boy... Continue Reading →
Barbies were my fucking life as a kid. Hours upon hours of just sitting in my little fantasy world creating stories based on a pile of plastic toys that were both giving me companionship and a heap of insecurities all at the same time. Of course, there comes a day in everyone’s life when they... Continue Reading →
Coming of age at the turn of the millennium was truly something special because it was right before the internet became part of our everyday life. I mean, I was already a self-conscious 13-year-old…did I really need something like Instagram models making me feel even worse? Hell no, I had MTV pimping blonde hair and... Continue Reading →
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