Rolling Would Be More Fun If Not For Modern Torture By Darci Flatley I wanted to be abducted so badly—pulled into a bright-blue chandelier that looked like a collection of sea glass, and left to float within, running my fingers through individual gems to hear them clink and chime. The
It was announced Wednesday that the Raiders will host one of five international games in 2019, but where that game will be is up in the air because, as of now, the Raiders themselves have no clue where they will be playing next season. However, we do know where the
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After Vegas, the regular rhetoric and politicking that follows in the wake of mass shootings faded remarkably quickly, especially considering that this shooting is the largest in history.
I write to you, dear reader, from Fremont Street in Las Vegas, Nevada. Here at my hotel – the Golden Gate Hotel and Casino – I wait out the extreme midday heat, letting my somewhat brackish lunch digest. The room is decent; the bathroom is functional. Smoking is allowed so
Women’s travel: Ok, we hate to be the ones to tell you, but going out-of-town for a bachelorette break can never be cheap cheap. There’s transport and accommodation to book. There are L-plates/wacky wedding veils to be bought (and, regretfully, worn). There are shots to be drunk. Many shots.
When I was in Las Vegas last weekend, the thing I could not stop obsessing over, apart from the buffets and 99-cent margaritas, was alllll the breast implants. It was like a breast implant convention. And I guess most of America is used to this, but I was somewhat alarmed.
Some people can go ahead and buy new pants when they need them. In my sad budget, I have to actually put money aside for a purchase of this magnitude, in minuscule, bi-weekly increments. Weeks later, when I have almost amassed enough, I invariably fuck it all up by deciding,