Ah, the New Year. Time to reflect on where you’ve been, who you are, and where you want to go. To take stock of your life.
I did this by taking over a haunted mansion in New Orleans, lighting every firework I could find, drinking liquor, smoking cigarettes, tripping on mushrooms, saying swears, throwing up on my own shoes, and generally re-living high school as a teenage bad girl rather than the lame goody two-shoes I actually was. #YOLO, bitches! Read More