Kate Ryan

LAX, on the other hand, seemed like a perfect place to pick up the latest deadly virus.

His mind rode the lines, circling on an endless loop to nowhere as he attempted to go about his activities.

He thought I was mad, but in an artistic way; I thought he was horny all the time, but in an artistic way.

Recently, it was announced that the Ocean’s Eleven remake will be ladies-only too. Could it be that we’ve embarked on an era in which women take center stage?

“You are the naked girl on horse, yes?” he said, approaching her table from across the café patio.

For all of you crazy people that think going to Target is ever a good idea during the holiday season, this is a list on how to survive a shopping trip to Target is for you…

Like booster engines emptied of fuel, my limbs become disposable, useless tanks as the blood rushes from them.

Everyone wants to have the funny tweets because people equate them with wealth, power, and beauty. The problem is, we’re not all funny.

The case of beer I brought, as my mother explained, is “pure poison” and so I must drink it all by myself.

My tights are cutting me in half at the waist . . . just like a sausage in its casing.