I may have more than just a girl crush. I was practically ready to get down on one knee and pull out a Tiffany’s box for this adorable little sprite of a girl with a big voice after she rocked the Apollo in a white tank dress and patent red heels last night. Although, I would have had some competition from the men in the front row screaming her name and handing her bouquets.
I’ve always been a little envious of anyone with an amazing voice. It makes everyday struggles sound a little more glamorous. Telling a story about sitting at home in your room and dreaming about a guy who doesn’t know you exist can seem pathetic, but put it into the poetry of song and all of a sudden you are flown around the world on private jets and tour busses to tell your story to the world.
If you don’t believe me, take her word for it:
I’m going to have to assume that this woman was referring to recently hitting the jackpot in Vegas and being forced to live with the imbecile who she married while intoxicated. Because other than that (and maybe The Mask) Cameron Diaz pretty much rocks. 
In general, I’ve got pretty good karma. I’ve gotten lucky in drawings, raffles and such and I generally find the answers to crises of housing, employment, etc. just when I was ready to give up hope (and yes, I’m knocking on wood as I type this- shout out to the karma gods!).
“I brought you a pillow and a blanket,” he said, arms outstretched with a peace offering and looking paternal, completely prepared to tuck me in. “But I’m going to sleep in the guest bedroom. You’re welcome to join me if you want.”
I should have known something was suspicious from the guy’s opening line: 
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