You hear about it in movies, in books…maybe even in those mega cheesy perfume commercials, but did you know that there are still men out there that can really do it. At first we were strictly platonic- just a couple friends driving back and forth from work. Then one day, while telling a story, he grabbed my hand…and it lingered. My heart skipped a couple beats, I could feel my blood beginning to rush and I went home only to realize that this man hadn’t only grabbed my hand, he’d grabbed my heart along with it. The rest was a whirlwind, this unbelievable rush that even I couldn’t get a hold on. He consumed every part of me. He knew my past and grew to respect me for the woman I became because of it. I learned about him- how he rose from the ashes and became the man of my dreams in the process. Our first kiss was magic, sparks could have flown and I wouldn’t have even noticed because all I could see were his eyes, those beautiful eyes, staring back into mine. He makes me feel like nothing can touch me, like no one can hurt me- his love is what gives me hope that yesterday can be forgotten and the future will exceed our expectations. He swept me away in a way that no one ever has before. His heart, his smile, his touch, the way he laughs at my laugh, the way he looks at me while I get ready in the morning, the way his neck smells when I lay across his chest. I could go on for hours and hours about all the things I fell in love with, but in the end, I just know that God put him in my path for a reason. Sometimes I wonder what he sees in me, I’m not the prettiest, the smartest, the most talented, the funniest…but he makes me feel loved, like no one has ever loved me before. I wish I could make him realize the impact he’s had on my life, he took a broken girl and made her whole. He fell for someone with a world of problems but only saw the solutions that I couldn’t. He’s mine, and I’m his. And nothing has ever made me happier.
We love them. We adore them, at that. We gossip, laugh, cry, hug, share our deepest secrets and at the end of the day we call them our best friends. I’ve always love having a close, tight-knit group of friends who know me better than I even know myself. I trust this group with everything. A mix of guys and girls, those kids KNOW what’s up…even when I have no words. So why blog about this? Because I think that it’s important to shout out the ones you love most. It’s been a trying 4 years, ups and downs-left, right AND center, but they hold me down like no other. Thanks, biffs. You sure know how to put a smile on my face when all I want to do is fall to my knees. I hope everyone’s Halloween was incredible! I enjoyed the Halloween Parade in the East Village, some intense bar-hopping and a BEAUTIFUL sunrise over the skyline- after we snuck onto a hotel rooftop. Slore-Oween 2013 was a success, that’s for damn sure. Night kids, hit me up with questions or requests. I’m going to be starting a seperate blog about certain products I use as a promotional project. Please keep on keepin’ on. I appreciate your e-mails and the contest I informed many of you about is starting MONDAY!!!! Peace and love, pretty kiddies. XOXO
As growing up goes, I’ve had a pretty great time. Although I’m broke, trying to get to the top and dealing with the ups and downs of life; there is the all too familiar issue- heartbreak. There are songs about it, poems, novels, shows, seminars-you name it-but it never lessens the blow of getting hurt. I recently had my heart stomped to pieces ( the night this lovely selfie was taken) I was happy here and an hour later I was crying outside of a bar, praying this man was going to apologize. He did. I can’t forgive and forget that easily though. We’ve been together for almost 2 years and I love him to pieces. So where do I go now? Should I betray my beliefs and take him back again? Or let myself be upset and work my way back up from the ground? Feel free to post comments or ideas- I need all the help I can get. Need more details of the problem? Thanks loves. ALSO..I posted the link in my previous post about trying to get to Italy. Please donate or pass the word along if you can! Thanks guys! Love you all. Night night, Blog World.
So, as we all know, I dance. I sing. I prance around pretending that I’m a starlet just waiting for her big break. Well, here it IS. I’ve always wanted to go to Italy, my roots are there and there is property that is just waiting to be fixed up and made beautiful again. While this was my main goal, I have just found out that there is an opportunity to dance in Sicily at an incredible outdoor cabaret and if I can money together I’ll get the gig! I know it’s a long shot. You don’t know me. But even a dollar helps….sure $1,000 would be LOVELY but clearly we are not all rich. Feeling daring and generous, help me find my way to the stage in ITALY! Your donation could make all my dreams come true and when I am famous, you can bet your sweet ass that I’ll be flying you to all my shows! ;] Thanks guys…and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE help if you can!
Well…what do you do at 3:23 in the morning but do the most hated, yet addicting, type of posting. Selfies. We smile. Duck face. Stick our tongues out. Body shots. Butt shots. Basically anything of JUST us…and then we post and cross our fingers that others appreciate them as much as we do (don’t lie…everyone does.) New York breeds insomnia, insomnia leads to boredom…and BAM…here we are. Enjoy…and comment/like because I’m crossing my fingers as we speak 😉