Go where you are celebrated – not tolerated. If they can’t see the real value of you, it’s time for a new start.
Soooo Coco… Siempre es bueno regresar a lo básico #BeYourself
Preach it Coco.
Calling an almost shotgun wedding
Time to get rid of my backnee ASAP.
My boyfriend and I have decided to cut the crap. A little over a month ago, we decided to marry at the end of the summer. What does this all mean? It means we have 3 months (actually, had 3 months - the wedding is now 6 WEEKS away) to plan this shit. Crazy? No. I call this NORMAL. I’ll tell you what’s nuts: planning a wedding a year in advance.
Our recent announcement came as a great shock to many people. First of all, this wedding is considered “last minute”. Second, we decided to go against expectations and hold a small, very intimate wedding - as in NOT a big fat lebanese wedding like we were “supposed” to.
I’m really happy about our decision for two reasons: 1) we get to save a lot of money and 2) I won’t have to spend my evening shaking hands with 500 people I don’t know.
Planning this wedding should be a piece of cake.
My Cat Died
A couple of days ago, my cat died. He was 16 years old.
I don’t like cats. I think they’re assholes. My cat was an asshole, but he was really funny and was a perfect Instagram subject so it didn’t really matter. He was MY special asshole.
Lucky and I had a bumpy start. During the first couple of years of our companionship, he controlled me. When I would go downstairs to the basement to get something, he would block me from coming back up the stairs. The little fucker would wait for me, pounce on my legs and bite me when I tried to pass by him. One time he even punctured my vein and it bled profusely. He got over his power trip shortly after the incident. My mom sorted him out.
Lucky kept me company the last time I vomited, which was in 1999. I hate being sick - and he knew that. I remember him standing on his hind legs and propping up his front legs against the toilet bowl while I vomited, silently watching me. It was bizarre, but incredibly comforting.
Through the years we developed such a strong bond. I would always talk baby to him in a high-pitched voice and I know it annoyed the shit out of him. Still, we cuddled when he felt like it. It was great.
A couple of days ago my Mom called to say that Lucky wasn’t doing so good. He would have to be put to sleep the next day. I cried for 5 hours straight. I’ve known Lucky for most of my life. What’s the meaning of life without Lucky? He’s watched me grow up - primary school, high school, university, boyfriends, clandestine parties while the parents are away, moving out to my first apartment, illness…he’s seen it all and been through it all with my family. Maybe he didn’t really give a shit. Who knows…
What I do know is that I am astounded by the amount of grief I am feeling for this cat. I was so inconsolable I had to take a sick day from work. I didn’t even take a sick day when I found out I had cancer! I am so emotionally and physically drained from crying I think I’m starting some sort of infection. I haven’t looked this much like shit in a long time. Regardless of my appearance (he probably planned this just to piss me off one last time), I am incredibly thankful for him. Although it wasn’t always a pleasure having him as a cat, I wouldn’t change a thing. He was a no bullshit kind of guy, which I like. He was the best cat - and the only cat - I will ever have.
This is what I call a “drastic measure”
It was bound to happen someday.
Today, tomorrow, in five years…what’s the difference?
When you’re experiencing a shopping dry spell, the best way to break the ice is to just go ahead and purchase something totally unnecessary that makes you feel fabulous. If it means D&G then I guess it’s D&G.
I am OBSESSED with this Snoop Lion song.
"You can’t run away, you’ve gotta face this."
"Love is the cure and courage is the weapon you can use to overcome."
HELP! I THINK I FORGOT HOW TO SHOP.
How can a girl that USUALLY loves shopping so much, a girl that finally has some extra cash to ACTUALLY buy new clothes, not be able to PURCHASE or even find ANYTHING to her liking??
I’m freaking out. I can’t believe this. I’ve been severely broke for three years. Now is supposed to be the time for fashion rebirth - not fashion death! I can’t bring myself to buy anything. What the hell is wrong with me? Am I afraid? need practice? boring? or worse…am I acting responsible??
I need to nip this thing in the bud ASAP.
I’m going to take drastic measures. My brain tells me not to do it but I think it’s for the best.
Baby Needs New Shoes
I’ve been quiet again. I’ve been busy transitioning into a new chapter in my life a.k.a. working full time. I survived my first two weeks! I haven’t worked full time in over three years, which means I haven’t updated my work wardrobe in forever. I can no longer afford to look like a hobo. Sadly, I can’t afford to spend a lot of money on beautiful expensive clothes. That’s my problem. I love luxury.
So here’s a little challenge. Build a new fabulous wardrobe without breaking the bank. It’s going to be difficult. Bring it.