You ever just feel like you gotta hide EVERYTHING? (like, even when no one's watching?) Every Sunday, I go to this cafe way out there, cause you know— you just NEED a break. And I'm sitting there, my big fancy literary journal open, all serious and professor-like… but inside? It’s a BUNCH of gossip about some kardashian or whatever. My brain is mush from mom's doctor appointments all week, and my kids are basically grown but still NEED SO MUCH… I just want five minutes to read about who got fake boobs and not think about anything important. (it's stupid, I know). Like, sometimes you just gotta be TRASH.