Kate Ryan

“Don’t you smash that cake in my face, or I’ll never forgive you,” she said, and she never did, not really.

She closed in on the open pores enlarged ten times their normal size by a high magnification pocket mirror.

12:48 AM. Why would someone schedule an exorcism for the middle of a weeknight?

One crawled up the side of the bag and opened her wings, a hardtop convertible with legs.

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

I would send some chocolates, but I’m not allowed anymore since they found the shiv in the birthday cake I sent you.

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…

I saw my old babysitter at a women’s wrestling cage match.

Alison learned from her grandmother how a plastic smile could take you places—especially in a place like Hollywood.

She got too high while watching The Bachelor and had a misanthropic breakdown.