I thought I wanted a copy of Cosmopolitan on my way out of Ralph's, but now I'm not so sure...
because it means I have to go near THIS.
Somewhere, a little girl with a mouthful of Mentos is getting the third degree from her parents for attempting to introduce the barter system to the modern grocery store.
I live in Hollywood. I act. I love all things Jane Austen. I live in the most beautiful and profound gutter in the world. It teaches me things about myself every day.
And I am mistaken for or compared to Winona Ryder at least once a week. I am not. I am the Unwinona.
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