I’ve been told that I’m a superficial person, and that I value physical looks and appearances above personality. And while I’d like to protest such accusations I will admit that I can be shallow and superficial at times. I believe looks are important and I am often attracted to those with adonis bodies and perfect hair. Does this make me a horrible person? Probably. So imagine my surprise when I found out I had a rather large wart on my perfect, beautiful face? I was devastated.
Thanksgiving has always been one of my favourite holidays. It’s a day to take a break from your no-carb diet and binge eat turkey drenched with gravy and mountains of buttery mashed potatoes. Sure hanging with my family can be a little exhausting. But as long as my plate has turkey and my wine glass is full I can tolerate six hours of my slightly racist uncle and obnoxious younger cousins. According to Wikipedia Thanksgiving is a day “which celebrates the harvest and other blessings of the past year.” Now that I’m sufficiently stuff from my two Thanksgiving meals, and working on a hefty piece of pumpkin pie, I’ve had time to ponder what I’m thankful for this year. This past year has given me a lot of things to be thankful for.
Visiting New York City has always been a dream of mine. I’ve always thought of it as a glamorous metropolis filled with chic cosmopolitan movers and shakers who sip martinis at 1Oak on Saturdays and brunch on Sundays at The Plaza. A city with residents who work hard during the week and weekend in the Hamptons. New York always seemed like a city where anything could happen. I mean Taylor Swift wrote a whole song about it. It’s the city where Carrie Bradshaw found shoes and love, Blair and Serena ruled, and Audrey Hepburn ate breakfast.
For the past 23 years there’s been nothing I wanted more than having a boyfriend. I know how pathetic that sounds; me pining over some imaginary perfect guy. But I am a romantic at heart. I may be cynical at times but I believe in heart-racing, palm sweating, weak-in-the-knees love. I blame Nicholas Sparks and Disney movies.
However, I have come to the realization that my quest for a boyfriend is kind of pointless. I’ve been focusing all this energy and time trying to find a nice guy to date but I should be focusing on other things. This summer I’ve realized that more than anything I want more friends. Now don’t get it twisted I’m not some friendless loser who stays home all day playing online video games. I have friends; pretty great friends. But like Ariel in my favorite movie The Little Mermaid, I want more. To be more specific I want more gay friends.
Do you want to know a dreadful thought I had the other day? We are about half way through summer. Let’s just let that sink in. There’s only a month and a half of hot weather, short shorts, and topless boys left! I need to have a moment of silence.
Now that summer’s half way done I’ve had time to reflect on how I spent the first half of summer. And to be honest I’ve done absolutely nothing. It pains me to think about the last two months and how completely uneventful it was. Aside from watching the latest season of Orange is The New Black I haven’t really done anything.
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So this is it; my blog. I know what you’re thinking, aren’t blogs so 2009? Well you’re right. But that doesn’t matter cause this is MY blog which means it’s more fabulous, entertaining, and amazing than yours. And while I may not be sipping pina coladas on a faraway beach somewhere, my life is still pretty fabulous. Sure I’m a recent university graduate and spent the last year searching for a full time job and spend the majority of my day watching reruns of Grey’s Anatomy on Netflix but still. My life can be pretty fabulous, when I want it to be. I am a pop culture enthusiast, professional selfie-ographer, and future real housewife with the most fleekest eyebrows of them all. Just like Beyoncé I am flawless.
In this blog you will find fun posts on the latest entertainment news, insights into my awkward and fabulous life, my thoughts on the latest episode of Scandal, numerous photos of me, and my unwavering love of Beyoncé, Britney Spears, and the Kardashians.
So this is me. A twenty-something part time Starbucks barista and full time bad bitch. Don’t be fooled because I may seem like your typical selfish, back-stabbing slut faced ho-bag, but in reality, I’m so much more than that. Just wait and see.