Rise and Write! …about sex
The only things allowed in my bed: me, myself, and my Chihuahua.
Found this book at work. Everybody asked to borrow it, thinking it belonged to me. Pssh, coulda wrote this shit ma daaaaaaaaaaamn self.
Morning walk of shame down the Hollywood Walk of Fame
Day date with myself at Bistro Figaro while I discuss booty call criteria, options, and expectations with Fifty Shades. Yes, I’m reading
Inspiring single readers one vibrator at a time.
While hanging around at the pool, switching between prancing around in my stilettos and sleeping off my comedown (I somehow got it in my head