My ex boyfriend actually created this blog for me as an outlet. Now he's created an addict.
So about me. I recently moved out of the paternal nest, now living not too far away from the comforts of home but far enough for independence. My best and worst feature is that i adore change. As a result, nothing really stays the same for too long. This includes my hair.
My ideas are changing everyday... and so i'll probably want to delete this in an hour.
Note: This is the revised version
Its one of those perfect days for a brunch/lunch date. And i got a hot one with my brother and an attorney. Alright, so its not a date (thanks goodness) but its a pretty (very) hot day. 35... for early spring?
"well, guess what? you were committed. In fact, you were so seriously committed to being committed - to having the boyfriend, to getting good grades, to doing a double pirouette, to reading everything in the self-help section, to grow out your bad hair cut - that, that's all you were. Committed. The poster child for overachievement. A pulsing, breathing sack of goals. The problem was, there was no space left for anything else. No fun. No failure. And certainly no honesty, especially not with yourself." - Vicki Glembocki, the co-owner of Psycho Betty Books.
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