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Originally Posted by CWatkinsNash
(Preface: Don't take any of this too seriously. I'm not THAT full of myself, I'm just in a silly mood today.)
OMG, you boys... LOL
Well, the great hair dye adventure of June 2011 didn't go quite as planned. Fortunately, my freak flag was already at half-mast, so I've got no problems rockin' this look until I get around to fixing it. Unfortunately, my entire collection of cosmetics was purchased for a pale auburnsih brunette, not a blinding ginger freakshow...
S'okay. I know how to improvise.
Can I get some advice from y'all? There's this girl I grew up with in PA. We were tight until I was like 18 or so, and we've stayed in touch. We're Facebook friends and all that. I get the feeling she's being a little judgmental. I don't like this. I should be admired for my sense of whimsy, not judged for it. (No, I did not write that with a straight face. Puhleeze!) But seriously - respect the crazy!! We make life fun dammit!
So what should I do? Assuming she's just jealous (she has to be - I'm awesome!!), I feel like I need to do something. So far I've come up with the following ideas to carry out on Facebook: - Post my waist & hip measurements (I can't win with the "up top" number) and expound on the mystical properties of the resulting ratio;
- Post a picture of my a$$ now, next to my a$$ in high school and dare anyone to tell which is which;
- Post a picture of me drinking with a famous country singer with the caption, "Famous people love me";
- Post a status update mentioning that time I did a liquor store run for Kiefer Sutherland and how appreciative he was;
- Post a status update mentioning that yes, I still smoke, and yes, I can still sing my a$$ off. I do not fear death, only mediocrity.
She wants to be petty? I can do petty. I can do a virtual b****slap like nobody's bidnazz. Give her a little World Wide Wazzup. Hm.
(Again, don't take this seriously. Tongue firmly in cheek. The part about her being judgmental is true. Everything else is just me trying to make myself feel better and laugh it off. And Kiefer just said "thank you, hon" but she doesn't know that. And I do drink with famous people. This is Nashville and many of my friends are road musicians - it's almost unavoidable. You can't swing a stick without hitting a famous person. Or someone I've dated. Er, um...) |
My normal method is take the high road, but I've been known to indulge in the "guilt trip"... Let me explain.
A few days ago I was looking through some pictures on Facebook from my coworkers. Six Flags, parties, etc. And wondering why I am NEVER invited to any of this stuff. So one of the girls that went to Six Flags (the one that posted the pictures, anyway) came in as a customer last night. VERY loudly I told her I had a bone to pick with her and wondered why they didn't invite ME to go to Six Flags. She got all flustered and said it was another girl's trip - she didn't invite anyone, she was an invitee. Therefore, the "guilt trip".
I don't do judgemental. At all, ever. I'm a firm believer in live and let live and if you don't tell me, it's probably not my business, and if you DO tell me, it's still not my place to tell you what to do. So - basically, you judge me, you don't get to be my friend, and since I too, am awesome, it's your loss.
This is difficult to maintain when you're hormonal, by the way. Hence the slippage into "guilt trip" last night. Normally I wouldn't have cared but apparently Mother Nature saw fit to **tch slap me last night.