I’m officially addicted to salsa. Someone stop me.
One Man’s Eye
For listening, very closely, to the neighbors fight.
Resist the urge to point out the fact that I can’t stop talking.
Build a huge mall at the end of my street. This is Los Angeles, for Chrissake, not Mississippi.
I remember the first time I undressed Malibu Barbie and made her sleep with Donny Osmond Barbie. I never owned a proper Ken doll, and although I knew Malibu Barbie would never have chosen to sleep with Donny, the supreme virginal archetype of all Mormondom, I didn’t have many options. Surprisingly, it never even occurred [...]