Kara Nesvig

Call me vain and shallow – I don’t care.

If you place a slice of pizza on top of another, your body is fooled into thinking it’s only one slice.

When I feel sad, I like to stay in the bathtub for hours, paging half-heartedly through a book or staring at my phone.

“As a kid, I wanted to be a marine biologist. Now, a Kardashian.”

Some boys are easier to leave behind than others.

I was desperately unhappy but I woke up every day, walked to work, threw parties and pretended.

Throw parties with really obscure themes that only appeal to myself and my best friend.

I wonder, in the middle of it, if my neighbors think I’m a prostitute, having men over in the middle of the day.

Do you remember those lace panties you liked?

While wearing this, I imagine myself with a summertime tan and a Marilyn-style wavy hairdo eating ice cream and wandering around the streets of sunny Minneapolis.

It was the kind of dream you can’t escape from. You know you’re dreaming, but you can’t wake up no matter how hard you try. The kind of dream you have when your brain can’t stop working even when you’re fast asleep.

Dolly’s been married to the same man (Carl Dean) since 1966.