It’s time for another edition and another batch of things that I can’t get enough of with The Obsessive Diaries, starting with my trip over this past weekend to visit an old friend of mine.
I could get lost in that place for hours. And I’m totally one of those people who will lounge on the floor and like I have no home training and flip through pages until I decide I want to make a purchase.
Considering it had been a while since my last visit, I splurged a little and got a few different reads, one being PR queen Kelly Cutrone‘s book If You Have To Cry, Go Outside.
If you know anything about the fashion world or got sucked into watching The Hills, The City or Kell on Earth you’d know that Kelly is a beast. Her book is all about her small beginnings and the crazy road that got her where she is today. I’m a few chapters in now and I wish I had more time because I can’t put it down. Any girl looking to make a name for herself, has an opinion and has dreams of the big city should definitely pick up a copy and read.
“Bye Felicia”: When someone says something that you really could give two shits about—their name then becomes “felicia”, a random bitch that nobody is sad to see go. They’re real name becomes irrelevant and instead, they now are “Felicia”.
Everyone has their signature catchphrase that they have or they’re known for. I think I have a few of them but the one I am most known for lately with people that know me is calling out Felicia.
Now everyone seems to do it. Because it just works for shit you just don’t have time for.
I’ll always have time for Sweet Brown, but the Felicias of the world have got to go.
Growing up, I lived in a pretty strict household. Actually, even once I was grown (at least in the eyes of the state), I lived in a pretty strict household. And I do mean strict. I was the bitch at 25 racing home to beat a midnight curfew.
Like I said, strict.
Now despite all of that, I am thankful and truly blessed for my upbringing–I could not have dreamed of better people to have raised me and help me become everything good in me that I am today.
But like a bird, eventually you must fly out and explore your own path. So that’s what I did.
And now after almost a year into my journey, things recently came to a screeching brake slam upon being asked to move back home.
I’m known sometimes to pop off at the mouth before thinking and not giving the classiest of answers, so before giving a clear one, I really had to sit down and put some thought into this shit.
Moving back home would be awesome to have more money to spend on pointless shit be more responsible and save money, but when everything is said and done I would be giving up the life I’d come to know in the past year…..
Fresh from my day off and I am back into the swing of routine!
As mentioned before in previous recipes, I’ve been trying to get more in the habit of healthy eating, and I’ve also been trying to embrace the idea of working out. And all in all, it has been a challenge.
Working out has honestly never held my attention for too long, I’ve never counted a calorie in my life and just about anything with cheese/or alcohol is my best friend.
CONFESSION: I have a severe obsession with watching The Hills. Do you remember The Hills?—the spin off MTV reality series from ‘Laguna Beach’ that follows Lauren Conrad to LA as she ventures off as a single girl in the city juggling friends, work and love? Literally all those bitches did was go to lunch and stare at each other as a pop song played overhead, but I can’t stop watching it.
The series has since wrapped but Netflix fucked up my free time by adding it as an option to put in my queue.
With that confession out of the way, I was watching a few episodes the other day with a girlfriend—she hasn’t seen any episodes past season one so we took a field trip starting back at season two—the season where Lauren and Heidi’s friendship started to fall apart due to Heidi’s beginning of the end relationship with Spencer Pratt.
In the midst of our little marathon, there was one episode in the mix in particular that got us talking a lot—the Jenn Bunney incident.