No beatin’ around the bush on that title (figuratively OR literally)! I had my NEW friend Kemp and my OLD friend Carlos help me out. Check it stat (and please excuse my being a little dance happy. I’m not as smooth/subtle as my friends):
And if you think that was entertaining (probably mainly because Katherine was making a fool of herself), it actually wasn’t anything compared to what these guys can do for real. Here’s just a taste of their INSANE TALENT. And yes Mom, the following is improvised.
Here’s Carlos’s youtube channel.
And here’s Kemp’s twitter.
Oh, and just had to include this one too:
I have a friend named Sonrisa. Not her real name of course (my name in 8th grade Spanish class was Sonrisa that means SMILE, so that’s why I chose it.) ANYWAYS, Sonny came home and read this blog, then gained some clarity about a D-bag who had been in and out of her life for quite some time after she read the comment on this post (thanks Christine!). She realized Mr. D hadn’t weathered enough storms, and that she needed a man by her side, not a boy who’d run and hide! And NOW, she is that much closer to finding her dream man. Love you Sonrisa! Thanks for telling me, and onward you go 🙂
And as for me? Just call me “Katherine clean Carrie Bradshaw Wilkinson.”
but this is definitely in the top 3.
The whole thing is AMAZING, but if I had to pick one or two lines to highlight, it would be this:
So when you start feeling like the world’s coming down on you, and that somebody feels like you’re not good enough or smart enough or thin enough, and that’s getting sent to you, like a psychic getting sent to ya, like a pyschic getting sent to ya, just ask for names. And guess what? There are no names. It’s all just fog, it’s all just a made up fog in a hall of mirrors, it’s all garbage, it doesn’t exist, so just do away with all that negative energy; it doesn’t even exist, it’s not even real….when people see other people having a good time and not questioning it, they just like to bring it all down, ya know. “I WANT NAMES!” from now on. And let me tell you something. I’ve been through my life, and I got bumped, and I got bruised, and I got kicked to the ground., but I never actually got a name the whole time. And therefore, I disregard all of it, and assume that I am loved the world round.
Whoops, guess that was a few more than 2 lines. If it’s all meat, you can’t cut any out!
and BS-ing it. Know what I mean?
One is sexy dark chocolate, and the other flaxen gold.
See what I did there?
Wrote the line in my head, THEN took the picture (chicken/egg dilemma)
I am cuter than this. I SWEAR (not literally). But then again, you already know that 🙂
than a blog. Especially when you’re not married, don’t have kids, and are not fully employed (but I got a job yesterday! will write about it soon). And this blog is actually helping me make connections and also is allowing me to encourage others to awaken their dormant talents as well! So any haters out there in cyber-space who think I’m a little TOO blog happy, here’s what I have to say:
Coulda been the other version, huh? 🙂