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Monday, March 31, 2014

Wake up call

So for the few people who read my blog or keep up with me on social media you should know by now I post what I mean.  And what I post is nine times out of ten not about anyone in particular.  So let's get something straight if I tweet or post and somehow it seems like it's about you? Wake up!  It's not.  Not everything is about you.  If you left that little cloud above your head you would know I don't like you and we are not friends so why on earth would I post or tweet about you in anyway shape or form.  Honestly if you're so paranoid and self conscious I think instead of blaming other people you need to take a long hard look at yourself.  And I'm done with you for good. You can only fix yourself not the world.  Lesson to learn.

P.s it's not about you 

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Dreaming of New York

                  I wasn't meant for the country.  I was born to be a concrete animal.  I wasn't meant for the hills and the valleys I was meant for flat ground and tall buildings.  I wasn't meant for sundresses and plaid I was meant for heels and black dresses.  I was meant for the hustle and bustle of the city not the quiet town where everything closes at 8.  I was meant for sharp looks and the sound of shoes hitting the concrete and subways and trains.  I want to walk down a crowded street and no one even give me a second look.  I want to wear red lipstick and sunglasses everyday.  I want to own an apartment where I can have a small library and smell fresh coffee brewing across the street.  I want to be able to go and do something if I can't sleep at 3 in the morning.  I want to ride in a taxi and I want to hear street music everyday.   

                   I wasn't meant to slow down.  I wasn't meant for the horses and the fields.  I was meant to be modern and alive.  I wasn't meant for open spaces I was meant for cramped conditions.  Take me to me to New York where I can be the concrete animal I was born to be.