“Thank god for Vegas. Seriously. A lobotomy wasn’t as effective as a weekend three hours of Red Bull away (from LA, not Pismo) where I wore the thinnest pinned stilettos, gambled like a sweaty degenerate mobster in black loafers, drank… — Christy Heron Copy Share Image
“February 2009 January 4. January 4. January 4. I rubbed the paper on my red calendar. I cried into the little box, into the last day we had sex. I was a tornado. I puked hurricanes. I was Jodi Arias.… — Christy Heron Copy Share Image
“Thank god for Vegas. Seriously. A lobotomy wasn’t as effective as a weekend three hours of Red Bull away (from LA, not Pismo) where… — Christy Heron Copy Share Image
“February 2009 January 4. January 4. January 4. I rubbed the paper on my red calendar. I cried into the little box, into the… — Christy Heron Copy Share Image
