Me Vs. The World

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Me Vs. The World

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.

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Please Help!

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Please Help!

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!

Falling Again

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Falling Again

It’s amazing how quickly the seasons change in New York. One second you’re grabbing sandals and a chic sundress and running to a picnic in the park, the next, you’re dodging snow plows and praying that the building cranks up the damn heat! But then again, it’s moments like this that remind me that I am lucky to be hear. My debt, tears, rejection and starvation seem to drift away when you’re sipping a pumpkin spiced latte and breathing in the intoxicating scents of fall. Ahhhh…