My name is Sarah, and I am a sugar addict. “Hi Sarah” Hi, you guys. It’s so nice to know I’m not alone here. Because I got news for ya’, if you visit this blog on the regular you probably have a problem with sugar, too. I start every morning with...

Did I tell you I saw Dreamgirls at the Apollo last Tuesday? Or about my pre-show drink at the classic Showman’s where they played nothing except the Jackson 5? Wait, I must have told you that my father played at the Apollo in ‘63. Oh, that’s right. I...

Wait… I didn’t tell you about Donut Dude! So I’m waiting for the train on my way to work, listening to Jay-Z because I have a problem, when this guy sidles up next to me with a half-dozen Dunkin Donuts. He was probably about my age, relatively good...

I have a strict NYC anti-traipsing policy. As sure as my friends know that I will disappear from the Christmas party, they know the first question I will ask when they present a social plan to me is, “Look, I don’t care if this joint is in Timbuktu....

Umm… no pressure or anything! I’m all for reading inspirational tea leaves in the morning, or when I’m a great mood at night. But this kind of fortune was waaaay too much for me after yesterday’s Cranky Pants. “Merge with infinity”? How the hell do I...