I received a lot of positive feedback the last time I wore mens gym shorts so I figured, hey, let’s keep a good thing rollin’.
This time I decided to go equally casual on top and pair it with my new booties. Unfortunately, we were having some wonky weather when I took these but I’ll be sure to take a decent close-up on these booties next time I wear them.
Anywhooo, it’s my 1 yr Blogging Anniversary and balloons were a natural reaction as they SHOULD BE for any celebration.
It’s the oddest thing; I love balloons, I think they’re the best thing ever but I have a phobia of them being too close to me.
Knowing that they could pop at any time fucking terrifies me. Especially when they make that tight, stretchy, EERRRR-RRRRR sound. I cringe just thinking about it, yet I LOVE them.
They’re so much fucking fun.
People give flowers and cards to celebrate someone, I bring balloons.
Right so like I was saying, I’ve recently passed my 1 -year milestone in the blogger atmosphere and it feels damn good people.
Real damn good.
It feels good realizing the dogma that a blog is supposed to be perfect, where everything is well written, beautifully photographed and entirely accurate is all kinds of bullshit.
Because in reality, I make spelling errors, have fucked up lighting and occasionally say some dumb shit.
Ok, frequently say dumb shit.
I’m realizing that in order for me to feel fulfilled as a blogger, I sort of have to have the fuck-ups… in order to get past them. You know what I mean?
We have to have the so-so posts.
The what-the-FFFUCK-was-I-thinking-of-wearing-that pictures.
The this-was-good-but-the-lighting-was-fucking-lousy food images.
The random grouping of words put together to form an unnatural voice because that’s what we think will make people ‘like’ us or follow our blog.
I mean have you read some of my early shit? Who the hell was that??
But hey, I think that’s just how it goes.
Until we determine to either accept that shit at its face value and then improve upon it or lose interest and move onto something else entirely.
Sort of like a marriage.
But NOT like having a child.
I can relate to neither but I’m vaguely aware that you can’t just move on from having a child.
All the more reason I will not be procreating.
On any account, the good news is I haven’t lost interest in my blog.
Like I said, I’m feeling pretty damn good about it.
I’m so fucking into my little blog and pushing it forward that I’ve decided to make it a DOT COM.
I’ve been patiently waiting for this day because I told myself when I started that if I wasn’t having fun by the end of my first year, I’d call it a wrap and start a farm.
Chickens and everything.
I’d call it Dana’s Chicken City Farm. Catchy.
The city would be their natural habitat because that’s my habitat.
You’d only be allowed to pet the chickens and I wouldn’t permit other farmers to enter. Children and vets only.
Unless you were a child farmer.
Then I’d have to brood over it because that could mean two things.
Wrap this shit up, Dana!!
Ok, Ok, Ok!!
So like I was saying, I’ve decided to elevate this bad boy to a dot com URL and work on a formal logo but what I really want to say is
For being so interactive with me in my posts, giving me feedback, turning me onto new foods, sharing cooking tips, telling me I look good when we both know better..
In response, I’ll continue stalking the shit out of you.
Slinking into your blogs and dropping a f-bomb or two, just to rah-rah your audience 🙂
Although some of you…
Some of you are fucking maniacs out there. Exactly what kind of Turrets do you have? You kiss your mother with that mouth?
This just so happens to be my 150th post.
Mazel to me.