“I’m going to go through all of the stages of grief, but not in the right order,” A warned me as we went in to see Hillary Clinton. “So good luck.”
There’s regular crazy and then there’s succulent crazy.
You can’t keep a 200 year-old bottle of balsamic in your dorm, kids.
Starring The Shape of Water, I, Tonya, and introducing the Michigan Meteor as herself
I’ve survived finals, the flu and Seasonal Affective Disorder Madness Night. I need some movies.
Amusement park safety standards in the ‘40s left something to be desired.
Most of her waking thoughts are devoted to “How can we see a beluga?”
It’s just flour and water and onions and magic.