Drag Race is giving me life. That the gods for it. It’s what we need during the quarantine.
I also keep wondering what song I would perform if I met Zoey? What about my friends, family, that one woman at work who gives me the stink eye for no reason every time I see her? What would they sing? It’s a really fun game to play.
The Lady from the Black Lagoon by Mallory O’Meara is a non-fiction uncovering the lost legacy of Milicent Patrick. Who is Milicent Patrick you may ask? I know I did. I’d never heard of her.
Secrets, lies, a daughter-in-law who possibly has the sight, precocious children who border on creepy, this book has a lot of good things to offer. I totally recommend.
Veronica is determined to track down this rapist, because probably no one at school is doing anything about it. I mean, the Dean is going after Veronica for not revealing her source for an article instead of looking into an actual criminal. But, what do I know?
Duncan and V break up. She goes home and listens to the Virgin Suicides soundtrack on blast, as one does, up until the moment she is arrested as accessory to kidnapping. What the what?
I have had gambling explained to me no fewer than one hundred times and I have no idea how it works. I comprehend it for roughly fifteen seconds before it evaporates.
Veronica is an outcast. Her only friend is the new kid she cut down from the flagpole. Yep, the local teen aged motorcycle gang taped the new kid to a flagpole because they are super original.
Told in Taylor Jenkins Reid’s unique interview style, Evelyn’s story begins in the ’50s. A young girl in Hells Kitchen, Evelyn vows to do what it takes to get to Hollywood and become a star. And she does.
Let the syrup cool because, if you don’t, you’ll melt your ice. Duh. #sciencebish