How my life resembles a celebrity, part one of a billion.
This morning I woke up after a night of restless sleep caused by scary dudes screaming mean words at some other dude from their car off and on all night, (Right under my window!) and stepped on the pointy part of my iron which I had left by my bed last night.
I know, Gwyneth Paltrow?
Nope, it's just me. I assure you.