Last week I found myself alone in my room on a Sunday afternoon trying to write a few pages of my book. Nothing was happening. I stared out the window, almost unable to move. It was the most beautiful day out, probably the last warm one of the year.
Shouldn’t I be outside?
Plus, Rihanna adopted a puppy she found wandering around a club bathroom!
Context, folks. It’s all about context. …
This is the first and only time I genuinely mean it when I say POOR PARIS HILTON.
Wait what?? Yay!