OAKLAND, Calif. -- It was high time to get back in touch with my "Inner Bad Girl." Lately, it would seem, my guilty pleasures had all been about watching "The Gilmore Girls" while sipping a Dr. Brown's Diet Cream Soda. I was a little too much DKNY, and not nearly enough UGK. I had grown tired of being the type of girl you brought to church on Sunday morning to meet your Mother -- I wanted to be the reason you had to sleep in on Sunday morning and miss church with your Mother, altogether.
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