Van Nuys: The City That Never Sleeps Without a Noise Machine

When I first stepped into my apartment, my mouth literally dropped open. I ran to the right, confirming there was a kitchen, then to my left, confirming there was a bathroom. Then I grabbed the scared Building Manager by the collar and shrieked, “GIVE ME THIS GOTDAM APARTMENT!” I had one week left before I had to be out of my old place, and I … Continue reading Van Nuys: The City That Never Sleeps Without a Noise Machine

Seeking: Hot Italian Doctor

I’m only dating men with real jobs from now on. This means: Actors: OUT. Doctors: IN. I’ve watched “The Secret.” I know what I have to do to get what I want in life. Hot Italian Doctor, I’m comin’ for ya. Consider this post my Hot Italian Doctor vision board.   I’m a realist, though- Hot Italian Doctor won’t just drop in my lap, problem-free. … Continue reading Seeking: Hot Italian Doctor