Brittany Turner

I bought a library card replacement. Reading is for winners!

Isn't this song so incredibly true? I'm so jealous of Karen Carpenter's voice, ugh.

Story of my life? Although, Nicki Minaj's sampling of this song has ruined the hook for me -- I always wanna start singing, "Shorty, Imma only tell you this once: you the illest."

THE GREATEST PITAS OF ALL TIME. My co-worker and I went here for lunch one day in Newport -- I ordered a southwestern pita, then ascended to heavenly bliss. The end.

Oh, wait -- maybe this is my go-to shower song? Karen Carpenter's voice is so smooth and beautiful. I'd love to learn how to play this on the git-tar.

Such a good motivational song for being excessively cheesy. Oh Bon Jovi, what happened? Too much plastic surgery?

I told myself I wouldn't be embarrassed to review this on here. I was wrong.

Also, RUMOURS is perhaps the most spectacular, harmonious, awesome, cascade-of-positive-adjectives-y album ever. We play this song at work all of the time, and it' s my "go-to shower song" (Glee, anyone?)

Sue me -- I just discovered this song over the weekend. I'm in love. Fleetwood is so classically good.

Greatest show ever, or greatest show EVER? I wish Martin Sheen really were president.

I went to an outrageously expensive Japanese place in Santa Ana for a birthday party, and ordered veggie tempura with salmon teriyaki. BEST FOOD EVAR. (I also drank a friend's cosmo, which was deliciously sweet. Recommended x eight. Cross my heart.) Never again, though. Mama needs to pay back her college loans, and unfortunately we don't barter in sushi.

I love this store. Is the material cheaper than a hooker on a slow Tuesday? Yes. Am I Rachel Zoe? Not by a long shot, so I don't particularly care. I bought a t-shirt and those stretchy leggings-that-kinda-look-like-jeans (heyyy convenience) a couple of days ago, and am so far satisfied. I just have to make sure to avoid washing them EVER is all.

In my current fitness-related overzealousness, I bought soy protein powder, bananas, strawberries, mango, and avocado in an attempt to create the greatest pre-workout beverage known this side of the Mississippi.

Turns out I'm too lazy most days to get up and make this shit. (You mean I have to cut all this stuff up, THEN blend it together? What do I look like, Rachael Ray's assistant?)

If anyone cares: it tastes okay. I need some kind of "just add water" concoction, though. My laziness is too epic for words.

This song is gorgeous and ethereal. I need to buy/listen to more of her stuff, pronto.

I bought a chicken something-or-other here a while ago. Can't remember what it was, really, or if it tasted good. I have a hard time avoiding fast-food. It calls to me.

THE BEST GYM SONG EVER.
Madonna used to be so awesome and inventive. Once she did that "Five Minutes" song with JT, though, it was all over. (Seriously, WTF was that, anyway? Does anyone know what they're talking about in that song? Why five minutes? How are they saving the world? ACKKK keeps me up at night.)

Must've been drunk when I ordered this. It was my "lace period."

It was okay, but my computer STILL got scratched up at the bottom. TF?

Sarah Kane was a tragic, creative, messy genius, and this play was basically her suicide note in dramatic form. I haven't seen any of her plays -- only read them -- but I'm extremely curious as to what they'd look/sound like performed onstage.

Another screwed-up mindjacker from O'Neill. Incredible.