I very much enjoyed The Hunger Games, and loved Catching Fire, yet didn’t care at all for Mockingjay.
So while I’ll definitely watch both parts, it won’t be in the theater (DUH, this is me we’re talking about), it will likely be quite awhile after it comes out (read: when I’m hungover and it’s on TBS or something), and I’m not all that excited about it.
*This ol’ blog is nearly six years old—an eon in social media.
*Of all the accounts I have/have had (RIP MYSPACE), Tumblr is my favorite.
*I’m incredibly glad none of this was around when I was a kid, because hormones and emotion and the internet do not mix.
*And we all know no matter what you think your privacy settings are, nothing you put out there is truly private. As my mom says, “it’s the WORLD wide web.” (Granted, she thought her newsfeed was her profile page until, like, last year, so.)
*I try to put nothing on here that would make me ashamed if my grandparents saw it.
*Lately I’ve been finding myself analyzing every word, wondering if what I post is going to offend someone.
*People get offended easily. I honestly don’t give a shit about that; I have neither the time nor the stamina to be pissed off all the time. BUT, I don’t ever want to be unkind, or say something out of ignorance that is hurtful.
*It absolutely blows my mind how quickly the Tumblr “drama” escalates. It shocks me that intelligent, grown, seemingly empathetic people can devolve into public name calling so fast. Maybe I’m naive. I’m OK with that.
*NEWSFLASH: WE DON’T ALL HAVE TO LIKE THE SAME THINGS. DIFFERENCES MAKE THE WORLD INTERESTING.
*I’ve become incredibly boring, from a social media standpoint. I don’t hate my job anymore. I don’t hate mornings anymore. I still hate The One We Aren’t Talking About Anymore, but that’s a post for another day, maybe. (Probably.)
*I’ve really tried to eliminate the things from my life that cause stress, or insomnia, or that deep gut this isn’t right for me feeling.
*I go to the gym, and have solo dance parties, and eat vegetables, but also Taco Bell and pizza sometimes, and go to bed kind of early, and wake up kind of early, and hang out with my family and close friends when I can, and spend my days doing (mostly) exactly what I want to do, and while that makes me content, and balanced, and hashtag blessed, it makes me boring on here. I’m OK with that, too.
*So. That’s where we are. I truly enjoy keeping up with everyone on my dash, and there’s no way I’m getting rid of this thing. Bear with me. I’m sure I’ll post more when it’s frigid, or snowing, and MY WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE IS RUINED. (I can’t let all those “Go Fuck Yourself” or “I Hate Everything” gifs go to waste, after all. I mean.)
You’ll never see me excited over a pair of boots, or a [shudder] coat, but if I HAVE TO accept that fall is imminent, this is at the top of my wish list:
I just killed a fly with my hand and I feel like THE BADDEST MOTHERFUCKER IN AMERICA.
Free samples at the grocery store are completely underrated as one of life’s greatest simple pleasures.
1. Old people dancing at wedding receptions
Carole Radziwill continues being a perfect human specimen.
That Fifty Shades of Grey trailer looks like a Lifetime movie.
Please don’t hate me.
(I am, however, fully supportive of that song.)
So we finally got to see what happened at Aviva’s leg party, and all I have to say is this: I have never been more excited for the reunion show in all of Housewives history.