Paul Walker, star of the Fast & Furious franchise as well as the dreamboat any 20-something gal remembers from her youth, passed away in a tragic car accident over the weekend. While I didn’t know Paul Walker personally, anytime I hear about somebody dying in a too-young, tragic car accident, all I can think about is how sad it is for all of the people in his life affected by the incident.
And, from the looks of my news feed, I’m not the only one who feels this way… →
Dear man who offered to help me in the Barnes & Noble parking lot on Saturday, I’m sorry I was kind of bitchy. You were doing this nice thing and I was frustrated and angry and didn’t even turn around to acknowledge your offer.
What is it about fall that makes us feel so warm and fuzzy inside? Something about that reliable ol’ autumnal equinox turns even the most jaded of New Yorkers into smiling Pashmina wearers, and the most unfit New Englanders into hiking extraordinaires.
Let’s get really to rumble! Actually, after dealing with chemotherapy, round one, I’d be happy with a lot less rumbling – rumbling here used as a euphemism for frequent vomiting and explosive diarrhea.
Last weekend, 20-year-old Olivia Rotondo and 23-year-old Jeffrey Russ died of alleged Molly overdoses sustained at Electric Zoo Festival on Randall’s Island, NY.