I had originally planned on doing this post on Tuesday but for various reasons, namely this one, that just didn’t happen. So after much thought, and a bit of enticement from fellow bloggers, I have decided to take this in a different direction.
It isn’t because I’m making light of the sometimes very personal facts that some of my fellow bloggers have shared, but because I think that as bloggers, we own these blogs and it is up to us to share what we want. We are not mandated to share our entire lives since we decided to post our thoughts on the internet.
And if anyone was going to do this, it was obviously going to be me. Here goes nothing.
I’m afraid to tell you…
More about myself on the blog because I might scare off people with my pure awesomeness
Sometimes I’m afraid to go into the basement for fear of running into the lady that wears a camping light on her head
That I’ve never been able to say “Bloody Mary” the third time into the mirror
At Thanksgiving one year I was asked to pray and I recited, word for word, the prayer from Meet the Parents
I do not discriminate when it comes to dessert, ever
Although everyone loves Starbucks, it is always my last choice because I actually think it really, really sucks
My last name can be described in two words: bad ass
I judge everyone who wears Crocs and carries a Coach bag with the logo all over it. No, the two are not mutually exclusive
Hope none of you are too terribly offended. #sorryimnotsorry
LOL! I loved this post! I too was always afraid of the basement and do any inner groan of disgust when I see logo-laden Coach bags. Brands. Do. Not. Equal. Style.
Some people just need to be schooled 🙂
xo
haha! i too hate starbucks – so expensive! and i’m so with you on the coach bags!
Our shared hatred of things is definitely the start of a beautiful cynical friendship.
Straight up LOL’d and snorted coffee at the Meet the Parents one.
Love.
Funny! I’m also terrified of basements (unless they’re finished, of course!). I didn’t realize that people still wore Crocs these days (they’re hideous!) and Coach bags are just ugly, in my opinion, and I’ve always wondered why they’re so damned popular. Starbucks…I don’t have enough time to begin explaining why I hate that franchise. I refuse to drink the mud that they have the nerve to call “coffee”. Gross.
Finally someone went out and stated the coach bag fiasco…HATE them!!!
Brilliant – love this!
crocs blow. for sure.
Don’t knock ’em ’til you’ve tried ’em #crocs.
But seriously, awesome river shoes!
this is the best i’ve seen of these posts. and i totally agree with the crocs/coach bullshit.
Ha I agree with all of these! Hate Starbucks (even McDonald’s makes better coffee, but Dunkin is my favorite), and I’m ridiculously Superstitious about the whole Bloody Mary things. Freaks me out! Too funny!
This is a great post! I wish there were more local coffee shops near me or at least a coffee bean and tea leaf. Sigh. Also, I judge people wearing crocs and the coach bags with the C’s all over it. Did you hear they’re discontinuing them? I was super happy to read that.
This is a great post! I wish there were more local coffee shops near me or at least a coffee bean and tea leaf. Sigh. Also, I judge people wearing crocs and the coach bags with the C’s all over it. Did you hear they’re discontinuing them? I was super happy to read that.
Not a fan of Crocs or those Coach bags either. In fact, I’d probably say I hate them. Strong word to use but completely true!
No, you didn’t scare me off, but you are purely awesome. I hate coach bags too. Once I barfed on my friend’s. Mostly on accident.
Love this…I miss you!
OK, trying this again…
Love this…I miss you!
I 120% agree with your starbucks feelings! I dont like the coffee, I don’t enjoy the feeling of being in there, I don’t like the regulars and the pickyness of all the customers! It stresses me out to go there.
and all this being said, my brother does work for them.
But I will always choose a local coffee shop over starbucks!
HAHAHA coach bag with the logo all over is one of my main [and materialistic] pet peeves. BLAH!