Broken Heart Tattoos
Tattoos have always had a polarizing affect on people. Some people are obsessed with the ink, while others are utterly repulsed by it. For me, my tattoos are a visual story-line of my life; both high and low.
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As another Saturday night looms closer, the buzz question becomes "What are you doing tonight?" For me I have two options: Go out with friends -or- Date night with Keeping Up With The Kardashians (don't judge.)
I'll Never Let Go Jack
Rose lied... That bitch said she would never let go, and yet Jack is at the bottom of the ocean and home-girl is at Disneyland celebrating life.
Highway To Hell
I already know I am going to hell...at this point it's go big or go home. I had an enlightened revelation thinking about how short life is.
My Legs Are Hungover
"Tired of being fat and ugly? Just be ugly!" -The Gym. To me going to the gym is truly an awakened nightmare, but unfortunately due to my lack of portion control with complex carbohydrates, working out is an absolute necessity.
BASIC BITCH
Le Labo Santal 33 the signature scent of basic LA girls, and now me. I get so annoyed of those "fashion bloggers" with beat faces and fried hair taking pictures in front of angel wing murals...and yes they ream of Santal 33.
I'm Nicer When I Like My Outfit
I'm even nicer when I like my body. Some days you just can't have both and you need to work with what you got!
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas... Along with my dignity and liver
Somehow I have ended up in Vegas twice in the past three weeks. Katy Perry said something about "Waking up in Vegas"...but I have to say I think Ke$ha's "...brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack" seems more appropriate lyrics for my experience.
The Trouble Is, You Think You Have Time.
Tears are words that need to be written. I took a little break because I needed to find those words. For me heartbreak overwhelms me to a nomadic state of dysphoria.
There's No Gym For That Face
You may have a hot body, but there is no gym for that face. It appears if you have a 6 pack in this town, you have the world by the balls.
Waiting To Exhale
Never one to shy away from ruffling a few feathers, I don't feel the need (or have the time) to make everyone happy. I read a quote that really resonated in me "Damaged people are dangerous, because they know they can survive."
Feeling Blue?
Nope. I never feel blue because I am smart enough to know I can survive anything. I wish I could say the same for everyone else. Lately it feels like I have been bombarded with mindless idiots. I do genuinely feel bad, maybe their mother's drank while pregnant.