You’re not like the other girls. In your circle of friends and Instagram devotees, you’re admired for your independent spirit and penchant for #highfashion.
An odd feeling, to find oneself alone in a complete stranger’s secret masturbation shrine.
15. If not for your nearly perfect body, I would’ve ended this charade months ago.
I instantly liked this one I saw in Toronto. You needn’t even be literate to understand that “In Case of Fire”, you should panic and run like hell. Like most people, I tend to linger in infernos. So it was quite helpful.
When someone’s anecdote begins, “It was so ironic…,” I wince; because what follows is almost never “ironic,” but instead more accurately categorized as “vaguely remarkable” or at best, “coincidental.”
Not only was this was my most dignified and regal yack location to date, but it was the beginning of a legacy. In the coming decades I’d be leaving my guts in some truly idyllic settings.
I mean, how many baller career paths does a teenage Yugolia truly have?
I’ve been lucky to connect with innovators and philanthropists from all corners of the globe. Recently one of those very good friends invited me to perform a private acoustic show in her family’s palace. Three weeks later and with zero hesitation, I boarded a plane to Saudi Arabia.
What would you do with a billion dollars? I’d have my dentist give me Jon Bon Jovi’s veneers. The exact ones. Taken out of his mouth and put into mine.