I can’t hear Madonna’s “Vogue” without mentally autocorrecting it to the Glee version, and sadly that will never change.

On my way for a tonsillectomy consultation. A tonsiltation, if you will.

Being in an emotionally and physically abusive relationship for almost four years really just damages you forever huh?

If your antique store isn't a dangerous labyrinth that takes up multiple floors of 3 separate early 20th century storefronts with doors knocked through the brick walls to join them into one Symphony Of The Night castle of deals then frankly I'm not interested.