Kate Ryan
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A bloated mother in her polka dot one-piece gnaws on a corndog while reading the romantic pulp she picked up on her way out of the supermarket . . .
Read...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?
Read...I would send some chocolates, but I’m not allowed anymore since they found the shiv in the birthday cake I sent you.
Read...She got too high while watching The Bachelor and had a misanthropic breakdown.
Read...Writing simply does for me what long walks do for small dogs; it makes me tired and happy.
Read...She knows you’re not supposed to call it an “it,” but she honestly can’t tell if it’s a boy or girl or . . . undecided.
Read...Hollywood continues to flounder in a dick-sucking frenzy of self-congratulatory white male directors, writers, and producers.
Read...Eva, having stayed up the whole night preoccupied with death and time, planned to call in sick.
Read...Everywhere you look these days (on Instagram), beautiful pictures abound. From teacups overflowing with succulents to smoothie bowls arranged as art. All while a lavender-haired model casually eats ice cream in front of a stupidly gorgeous Tahitian sunset. All this endless beauty has become a bit dull.
Read...One of my biggest fears is having a random stranger ask me, "how it’s going?" They might as well ask if I’d like to step into their van and get murdered.
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