Who you are versus what your blog is.
Shouldn’t we all be entitled to say what we wish within our own space without being personally attacked for who we are and what we choose to share?
Hypocritical much? Aren’t you the one who emailed me 2 days ago complaining about something I wrote on my blog? Why don’t you just grow up, drop it and quit emailing me! I wouldn’t have to tell you what I think of you if you just didn’t email me. Easy right?
Diet Coke I need you now!!
I used to have a slight addiction to diet coke. Slight, meaning I would pretty much have a 32 ouncer in my hand at all times. In the past six months I’ve luckily curbed that addiction with the help of tea and water, but seriously right now the only thing that could possibly satisfy me, is a good old fountain diet coke. Extra ice of course! I wonder if this lack of aspartame is really helping me.thought on the run
I love “The Paper”. It’s like Machiavelli meets high school news. And that bitchy editor Amanda is my new favorite person to dislike on reality television.
Dislike!?? What? I love that girl! She holds her own throughout that show and I love her for it. I can see that girl going places, other than Weston, Florida.
The highlight of my day.
My niece and my mom on video chat.
Just a thought..
I read this somewhere and I couldn’t agree more. Sitting next to Beyonce in some hip, overpriced restaurant will never be my idea of fun. It isn’t about where you are. It’s about the company you keep and those little moments that will stick forever.
“I had some strange conversations in amazing places with my dear old friends over the weekend. Friends I’ve known from ‘growing up,’ and friends I play to keep when I grow old. There’s a reason why I keep the friends I keep, and the places we go, and that reason is because genuity and realness and love are hard to come by in a town full of people just looking for their next hit or ego fluffer. I’m not sophisticated enough to hang with the ‘in crowd’ whoever they might be, and I don’t care enough to hang out with people who think they are cool, or people who hang out in bars just because the bar itself makes them feel cool. I think I’m ‘cool’ because I’m nice. And in all my failings and flailings, I, at the very least, got your back, might even rub your back in public, and will never stab you in the back. I just want hugs and love and good times with my dearest, and frankly don’t give two-shits about how sceney our chosen haunt is. I just care that people I love are having a good time. The rest is just wallpaper.”
