2010 Caio Bella.

As we get ready to say goodbye to yet another year. We can look back and remember everything that has happened that got us to this very moment. To yet another year. I can look back on this very blog and recap my year. It's sometimes trips me out to think I have documented the year of 2010. So, without further adu...Let's take a trip down memory lane.

I spent last Christmas with the New Yorker and current Boyfriend at the time in Minnesota.  I spent New Years in New York and my Holiday travel went a little like THIS.  My relationship ended while the New Years countdown was going down, I was in the bathroom breaking up. It was horrible. I came home on January 3rd and went straight Here to get my mind of things. With time, I got over it. My Brother brought this Nugget into the world. I came to peace with who I am (ish). I was mourning and still am, the death of Spencer. I ended a friendship. I missed Summer. I missed Paris. I performed. I went on a balloon. My Son turned 13.  I was Miss March. I dated FG. We went to Paris. I made a movie.  My Best Friend got married. I dabbled in some photography. I made New friends. I had 2.5 minutes of fame. I went back to Mexico.  I recapped one time already. Girls trips all Summer, DC, New York, Egypt.  I turned 33. I spotted these 2 on the bus. Dipped my feet in the Red Sea. We lost a pretty girl. I went AND wrote about a lot of concerts.  Not to mention everything else that's archived.

This year has been one big pimping year. I have been so lucky. I don't take my life for granted. This proves that I'm alive. I'm living. I'm excited for this next year. And hope you all come along for my crazy ride.

Whether you're straying home with your loved ones, or wearing a little sequins dress with bare legs in 20 degree weather. Kissing a lover, or kissing a friend that later that night might be your lover. I wish all all good night. Be safe and wrap it up. I think the percentage of baby making is off the charts tonight. That's why there's so many September babies, like me!

So tonight, let's celebrate the New Year, but also put our glasses up and toast, to 2010. To living, laughing and learning. I have a feeling 2011 is going to be a good one.

I Can't Wait!

Fresh start, right? Right??? No crazy New Years resolutions that you can't stick to because they're just as insane as you are. So, that's my New Years resolution- To STOP the insanity.

Insanity: 

Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

What's the worst that can happen?......

I wish everyone a safe and spectacular New Years night, full of sloppy champagne kisses, lovin' until the sun comes up and handovers galore. I will see you guys next year. 

Silversun Pickups

I have had the pleasure of seeing them in concert twice.
Brian Auber is such a character and never fails to entertain.

Great live show. 

Great band. 

Great music.

The Dress!!

So here is the New Years dress. Which is fun because my plans are still up in air. I'm going to add to this dress with a black ribbon belt with a bow in the back. I feel like this dress needs a little something to break up all the sequins. It needs a little more STYLE!  A little more UMPHH! A little more BARBY! I'm meeting with my trusty seamstress (Nancy) today to make all of my New Years dress dreams come true.

Oh, how I love me some sequins.

 Usually fashion repeats itself at some point. Sequins, has never left the game.
 NICE JOB!

I just need a sequined out dashing date of the Male gender.
Ok, maybe not so much. 
 But damn, a Man in tux will make my sequins panties drop.

Waa Waa Waaaaa!

I will admit I have been a bit of a Debbie Downer latley. So much so that I have my inbox full of people asking me if I got a lump of coal for Christmas. I try to be as positive as I can. I try to put myself in check before I hit Debbie Downer Syndrome. I haven't been good at catching myself lately. So there I am, Debbie Downering it up. Sheesh! What I DO appreciate (not the inbox messages from the guys who want to pounce a vulnerable and sad Debbie) is friends like Shannon, who write and have more in depth things to say than "Hey, maybe we can have coffee and talk" (in my Debbie Downer voice) Thanks but no thanks. I'm still trying to keep some hope alive in my perception of Men, and I believe having coffee with you would result in me turning into a full on butch lesbian with a short buzz cut and fanny pack. Waa Waa Waaaaa!

Shannon M Good.

Back to Shannon...he has always had the nicest things to say and always reminds me that things are not as bad as they seem. He has a way of wording things in a manner that if you were sitting next to him, you could see the sincerity in his eyes. He's just a real genuine guy, with very insightful things to say. We exchanged stories tonight on the phone, and while I have been over here channeling my Debbie, he is in his own world dealing with this own batch of disappointments handed by a Female.

He said "I talked with my Mom and she said that when it happens you just know. Yeah, things may not always be easy but by no means are things hard. Cause when you're with that someone, that you KNOW has your back 100% and vise versa, then things actually workout with ease." What he said rang so true. Doesn't it? But what if you're guilty. Guilty of making it harder than it needs to be? Creating unnecessary chaos for unnecessary reasons. Self-Sabotage, I googled it. Reality is a hard pill to swallow...unless you use a bottle of Vodka to chase it down with (hence the self-sabotage). I self diagnoses myself after doing some research of my own. Time to break the pattern. Take responsibility and (wo)man up. Waa Waa Waaaaa!

But, I will admit that hearing that men feel this too, and feel the effects of heartache made me feel a little better. I think we women have this prescription that men go about their day like nothing happened and we women on other hand,  cry at every sad song, end up having a pathetic moment where we are smelling the guys shirt that we took home from the first sleepover at his house (and look around to make sure no one witnessed this pathetic moment). Even tough I do know that men will never feel things the way we women do. Women want to fix things right away and men can ignore it and let time go by before they deal with it. So in return, you now have a woman that feels rejected and ignored, and a man that feels smothered and pushed. Why can't we all just get along? To think all of this can be avoided with communication. And NO texting NO longer counts.

Women are NOT from Venus and Men are NOT from Mars. We are BOTH from earth. So let's deal with it. Ok?

I thank Shannon for the good talk and for giving me the males perspective. I have heard what he said tonight from a similar voice in my bed recently. Why it's easier to hear from a male friend vs the guy that's in your thoughts? I will never know. Waa Waa Waaaaa!

*Garbage- Stupid Girl

Teena Marie

Teena Marie was a protégée of the late Rick James, and was notable as one of the few successful white performers of R&B. I remember her music so well. I was only little but I danced my butt off (and still do when I hear her music). The memories that music can hold are always so magical to me. There I was, in my 80's pants, with a wrist full of jelly bracelets and hair so stiff and big that only a bottle of AquaNet could be responsible for. I have danced for as long as I can remember. This was my jam.

Marie died today, on Sunday, December 26, 2010, at her home at the age of 54. She will be missed. But her music lives on. Music never dies, and neither do memories.

*Teena Marie- Lover Girl

I love You Phillip Morris

I got to see this movie tonight. It was so great. Jim Carrey IS truly an amazing actor. Steven Russell (Jim) is happily married to Debbie, and a member of the local police force, when a car accident provokes a dramatic reassessment of his life. Steven becomes open about his homosexuality and decides to live life to the fullest. Imagine hilarious gay sex scenes. Steven's new, extravagant lifestyle involves cons and fraud and, eventually, a stay in the State Penitentiary where he meets sensitive, soft-spoken Phillip Morris. His devotion to freeing Phillip from jail and building the perfect life together prompts Steven to attempt and often succeed at one impossible con after another. It was a super funny movie and I even cried...which isn't anything out of the norm for me lately.

I recommend!!!

Me: I want to be a gay man.

Phil: You kinda already are.

Keep Cool My Babies

In a couple of more hours Christmas will be long gone. At least for 11 months (mumbling thank god under my breath). Now,  let's catch up on the fun, shall we?

This last week I was lucky enough to get a visit from one of my favorite girls, Kate. Even if I did spend a lot of time with her during the Summer, I haven't seen her in a bit and I absolutely love her. I got to spend some time with her in NY when I first met Kate in person, after month and months of emails full of all sorts of girl talk. It was nice to have her here in SLC amongst the people I love and have heard so much about her. I wish I had more time with her, because I feel that we are so close that I would be seeing her a lot if we lived anywhere near one another. For now, I'm happy I get to see her and look forward to our emails full of ovarian driven words.

The next day, Ashely was in my possession. I got TWO of my girls back to back. Lucky me.

And then....

She scared the hussy out of me!

Well, not completely.

Merry "X" Mas

Merry Christmas. From myself, Phillip and Mr Hankey.

It's nice to have friends who will come over with a bottle of wine, hug you, dress in silly costumes and cheer you up. I wish you all a very Merry Christmas. I hope you all are spending it with the people you love and want to be with. I rather not talk about what I will be doing. I won't give up hope that someday this time of year will be everything I ever imagined it to be. 

Hey Phil, you gotta a little pooh on your forehead.

Pace Is The Trick

You can't hold it too tight

These matters of security

You don't have to be wound so tight

Smoking on the balcony

But it's that sleaze in a park

You women you have no self-control,

The angels remark outside

You were known for insatiable means

I don't know a thing

I've seen love, and I followed the speeding of starlight

I've seen love, and I followed the speeding of starswept night

Yeah pace is the trick

And to all the destruction in men

Well I see you as you take your pride

My lioness your defenses seem wise I cannot press

And detentions are demised, my lioness

Can't you hurt it some, think I hurt it

I've seen love, and I followed the speeding of starlight

I've seen love and I followed the speeding of starswept night

And now I select you, slow down I let you

See how I stun, see how I stun

And now I select you, slow down I let you

See how I stun, see how I stun

And to all the destruction in men

And to all the corruption in my hand

And now I select you, slow down I let you

See how I stun see how I stun 

And now I select you, slow down I let you

I always follow the speeding of starswept night

Oh Boy (Girl)

I'm telling you guys, I have had the weirdest dreams lately. Last nights dream gave me a little girl. After deciding that having another child is not in the cards for me, a dream like this can really shake up the set-in-stone executive decision I made almost 6 years ago. God knows I don't have a stable dating life that would trigger my clock to go off and start ticking (in dream form, of course).

I remember having her. I remember her growing, she was maybe 2. I was holding her on the side of my hip. She was so cute, funny and talkative. I remember looking at her face and trying to figure out who the father was (even a hussy in my dreams).  She was pretty fair skinned and had light hair. And I absolutely adored her.

I think this dream was triggered from a long conversation I had with my Sons Dad last night. Also catching up with a High School friend over dinner, who has an 11 month old little girl. A conversation about breast feeding might have also put this dream on the line up. But can you imagine me with a little girl? Oh boy!

Now I have become obsessed with researching what my dreams mean.

According to the dream book- Represent something new in your life. Does it cry for attention or do you feel content with this new situation? A baby can also symbolise your own inner nature that is pure and uncorrupted. Also it could show the vulnerable part of yourself that has to be protected or perhaps you are nurturing some new ideas or feelings or advice. On a superficial level, to dream of a baby may show that your maternal instincts are seeking expression- you may simple wish for a child.

Whatever this dream means, I woke up missing this (non existing) little nugget.

Why did all the boys just run off?? COME BACK!!!

 Damn You, Ovaries!

Eli Potash

Our local street musician. Any of us that frequent the Broadway theater to watch the independent films, will mosey on over to the Broadway. They also have rum flavored chocolate, so you can't go wrong at this theater. And the pre show is a treat in itself.

As you start to walk closer to the theater you will hear the sound of a distant Cello. On your left hand side you will find Eli playing in the corner. Eli has been apart of the Salt Lake downtown scene for years. He has given us a theme song to our movie nights. We have generously tipped him. We have even been late getting to our seats because we are put in a trance by this magical Man and his cello.

I always say hello to him. Sometimes he talks. Sometimes he doesn't. But when he does, the conversation can go on for what seems like forever. He has a lot to say when he does decide to speak. And he definitely has the attention of people who wan't to hear what he has to say. When he decides not to talk, we will listen to his beautiful Cello, who speaks for him.


I watched this today and had to share. My favorite is when Eli drops the F-Bomb in excitement. He's such a character. He sure is adored in our community. Like they said, "We are lucky to have him."

A nice little Christmas story for ya'll.

Combat Baby

I have been wanting a pair of combat boot for a while now. It wasn't until I saw them on my BFF Ashley over the weekend that her Sister and I ordered ourselves a pair. I know it's Christmas but I'm sure I'm not going to be lavished with gifts, so you know what? I will be make sure I have a nice Christmas too, dammit! Tis' the season to stay fashionable.

These boots are made for walking!!

It seems like an appropriate attire for my resent battles.

MONDAY, I'M MAD AT CHA!!

I usually have very eventful Mondays. Very rarely do I say that I hate Mondays or have a case of the Mondays (god, I wanna punch people when they say that). This Monday was no walk in the park. More like a walk through what I imagine Lindsey Lohan's day is like (minus the Range Rover and Black AMEX card).

I woke up cranky after having bad dreams that woke me up at 5 am in tears. 4 hours of sleep, and already set in my mind that I was going to be pissed off at the world. I went to the bank and to grab a cup of coffee. As I walked out of the coffee place, I managed to slip and almost fall. I did how ever catch my balance.. but at that point my coffee became one with the ground. Cried. Showed up to work 2 hours early because I don't pay attention. Cramps. Made very little money. Cried more. Picked a fight with the guy I like a lot. Even if I think I have some good points, it could have been delivered in a manner that doesn't come off like I missed my medication today. Then realized, I missed my medication today. Cried again. Smoked a bunch of cigarettes. Then, the blog bellow where I'm picking a fight with an article for crying out loud. And to top it all off, a bad hair day.

I mean, Monday completely dropped the sane ball on me. Not like I have ever had a full grip on that ball, but non the less...not the best day I've ever had. But hey, not everyday can be golden. You have to have days like these to appreciate the good ones....and your medication.

It's technically Tuesday.

 Let's start over! 

Oh, and monday...
SUCK IT...
I thought we were friends.

Barby VS Man

Man: For years we've all heard the things men shouldn't say to women, such as "Yeah, those jeans do make you look a little chunky," and "Why didn't you tell me you had a hot friend."

We've been doing our best to behave, but it's time you knew there are a few things that won't score you any points with the man in your life. For the most part, we're an open book, but there are a few things that make us cringe.

Here's a look at 10 things women say that drive men nuts.

Me: BRING IT!!!

1) "That looks cute."

Man: For the most part, men hate cute. We don't want to hear about it, we don't want to see it, and we sure as hell don't want to be it. If we come down stairs after getting dressed and you tell us we look cute, there's a 100 percent chance we're changing. We're supposed to be your protector, your rock, and cute does not fit into that picture.

Me: Ditto. WE (Women) also hate the word cute. If we come down the stairs after getting ready and you tell us we look cute, there is a 110 percent chance we're changing. We're supposed to be your hotness, your babe and cute does not fit into that. Puppies and kitties are cute.

2) "We need to talk."

Man: These four words shut off a man's brain faster than long division. When men hear you say that they immediately go into flight mode. And anything they can do to get out of this conversation—and better yet, your apartment—they will. There are plenty of other ways to approach a delicate conversation, and getting us in a place where we feel comfortable is a good start.

Me: Did you hear that ladies? In other words, stop in the middle of a BJ and say "We need to talk, honey." Comfortable action and enough time to spill what you have to say by the time he stumbles to find his boxers and the one sock he didn't have time to take off.

3) "It's just a game."

Man: Actually, it's not just a game. Sports are a major part of our lives and the outcome has as much to do with our mood as just about anything else. Is it fair? No. Is it right? No. Is it immature? Maybe. But it's life. Sometimes we just care too much. We understand that it doesn't make sense, but you should be happy that we're that passionate about something. Telling us that "it's just a game" is like us telling you that Oprah's just a talk show host.

Me: Have your time with your boys and the "Game", but don't get upset when we make plans to hang out with our guy friend who doesn't find the 'Game" as interesting as sharing a bowl of popcorn with me at the movies. GO COWBOYS!!!!

4) "Nothing's wrong."

Man: Please don't tell us nothing's wrong. The look on your face could make the toughest guy on the planet weep like a third-grade girl and your arms are crossed so tight you might explode. We're not mind readers; tell us what's going on. And don't make us guess because—believe me—you won't like what we come up with.

Me: We have trained our over-thinking minds to utter the those 2 words in order to dodge being called crazy or irrational. We tell you how we feel and all of the sudden "You are talking crazy" becomes the next topic of discussion. Sometimes "Nothing's wrong" is safer than "I hate you, you insensitive fuck."

5) "I sound like my mom."

Man: The mere fact that you might turn into your mom someday scares the hell out of us. Don't say it, even in jest—it's not funny. We actually believe (and pray) that the saying "every woman ends up looking like their mother" is an old wives' tale. If we didn't, no one would ever get married.

Me: So now you're insulting my Mother? Oh, and like your Dads beer belly and receding hairline gives us something to jump up and down about. Get over yourself. If anything you should be as lucky as to have such a wonderful woman (and a great cook) even give you the time of day. And for your information, my Mother thinks I can always do better.

NEXT!!!

6) "I just want to be friends."

Man: No you don't. You just want us to stop calling you. This is a lot like pulling off a band-aid. Do it quick—don't prolong the agony. Most of us take "I just want to be friends" as "There's still a chance," so if there isn't just make it a clean break and move on. Everyone will be much better because of it.

Me: Oh yeah. I forget, that Women can still be friends with guys and not want to bump uglies. Men no matter how many "friends" of the female gender they have, if she said "Let's bump uglies" you men would bump so quickly she wouldn't know what bumped her.

7) "Size doesn't matter."

Man: Don't lie to us. We know it does, and we're doing our best to make up for it in other ways. It's best just to not say anything at all.

Me:.........

8) "What are you wearing?"

Man: We're wearing whatever's clean or whatever you tell us to. We don't plan out our wardrobe days in advance, but we do actually try and look presentable. It may not work a lot of the time, but we do give it a shot. Giving us direction is completely encouraged though, so go ahead and suggest … nicely.

Me: Ok, fair enough. Let me try Hummmm (clearing throat) "Hi,honey, hi. Umm, I don't like that on you. You look like shit. Can you please find something that will match my fabulous outfit? LOVE YOUUUU"

Like that?

9) "Do you think she's pretty?"

Man: Of course we do, our standards are much lower than yours. But just because we check her out doesn't mean we think any less of you. We try to be as discreet as possible, but for the most part, we can't help it. It's in our DNA. When an attractive woman walks by, it's best to just pretend nothing happened.

Me: WOW! See, this is what I don't get. If you're with the prettiest girl in the room, be proud and stop using the it's in our DNA. What are you? A monkey? There is nothing sexier than being with a Man that even if a Victoria Secret Model walked in, you would still be lucky enough to be with your girl. NOW, if I say "hey look how hot that girl is", then you can agree for duration of 45 seconds. We don't ask for a lot, guys! Oh, and get me another drink while you're up, honey!

10) "Are you OK?" Totally acceptable to ask after your beau has emerged from the little boy's room after a blinding night of boozing or a ruthless review from his boss, but to play this card after a fight or a "necessary discussion" will hinder, not help, the situation. Especially when you ask it over and over and over.

Me: GUILTY!

Me: How you've been?

L.T: Well. Just weird. I've been craving love. Not just sex but real love. You know?

Me: Someone to mess up the bed with. Fall asleep to. Wake up to. Talk throughout the day to. And share a piece of cheesecake with? All while sporting a permanent smile? Effortlessly perfect.

L.T: Exactly.

Goldfrapp

Alison Elizabeth Margaret Goldfrapp Aka Goldfrapp.

Seventh Tree is one of my favorite albums. Although, it's hard for me to say that because I'm such a fan of all her music. All of her albums are all so different. She has you dancing your ass off in one and quickly has you feeling so deeply about songs like this one (Clowns). I've gave her love on my blog before and will continue when I'm feeling her music deeply. Deeply feeling tonight.

I love this gorgeous, unique artist.

Music would be bland without her.

Grinch, Bytch!

Who could be behind the master mind of this picture? Only this SOB. I laughed so hard I cried. I think this picture says it all. I'm the modern day Grinch this year. Under prepared for this occasion and honestly, just not feeling it this year. It kinda bugs me. Every year I have a girly Christmas party. This year, not so much. Last year the work hussies and I took some fun pictures. This year, not so much.

The year before that, EJ and I sat on Santa's lap while they made fun of me for breaking my candy cane (assholes). This year, not so much.

And this year, I don't know what happened but I'm counting the days until the holidays are over. How sad, huh? Maybe it's the economy? I blame the economy for messing with the Christmas cheer. The economy is messing with erections, too. I still feel blessed, don't get me wrong. I'm just missing that little skip to my usually jolly beat.

Oh shit, waaaaaait. There's Valentines after these 2? Awwugh! S**ts F***ed!!

The Mayor Of Las Vegas

I quick jump to Vegas Thursday put me back to my spontaneous ways. That I will admit, they have kind of lost their charm (like watching porn). We had an amazing dinner and jumped at the chance to order from the Truffle menu. It was heaven. After, we headed to the new Cosmopolitan Hotel. A lovely group of friends and some cocktails was just what the Dr. ordered. As we were walking to catch a cab to our next destination, I heard a live bad. I looked over at my friend and said "oh, I love live music. I would rather watch a lounge act at a casino then go to a club", Then I realized that this band was covering a Mayer Hawthorne song. I thought oh, how cool. As we got closer I thought, well that Man looks like the Mayer.....

I got closer and closer and then it hit me like a Beatles fan in the 60's. 

IT WAS THE MAYOR!!!

SQUUUEEEEAAAAL!!!

I quickly fumbled for my phone to text Steven to let him now I was accidentally in the same building as he was, and of course to give him a big hug. Sadly, Steven was back in LA. I did manage to make my groupie ass way, with a timid tap to the shoulder belonging to the Mayor. I said...

Me: Hey, do you by chance remember me from Salt Lake like a month back?

Mayer: Yes, BARBS! You darkened your hair.

Umm, HELLOOO!!! Barbs? AND he realized I darkened my hair??? 100 POINTS for Mr. Hawthorn.  (Men take notes: Nicknames and always paying attention to details including hair colored = 100 POINTS) So random, and so cool. It ended up being a wonderful night. So maybe the spontaneous trips are still charming in a much different way now. With the realization that there not as charming, but hella fun and random.

What happens in Vegas....goes on my blog...ish!

Mayor Hawthorne- Just Ain't Gonna Work Out.

Laugh It Up, Chuckles.

I don't like leaving my blog on a melancholy note. So I owe it to my blog (and you guys)  to bring some humor back into it.  They made me giggle. Especially the last one.

Dun Dun Dunn.

What's the purpose of dating? I ask myself. To find out if the person is a right fit for you or not, right? If they are, and everything meshes well, and it flows with the right ingredients, like personality, combining that with being on the same page, communicating, respect, trust and honesty, then it will continue forward and hopefully blossom into something great. right? But notice all of the things I listed. If one of these ingredients is missing, then it can't grow. I believe in compromising (sure, I'll try anything ones) but when is a compromise, compromising YOU?

Look, I'm the first to admit that I'm one difficult Latin and fiery person to deal with if you're dating me. But that's because I know what I want. I know what I need. I spent all of my 20's compromising in order to show the guy I cared. Just so at the end, I was only compromising myself. My needs. My wants. And most importantly, my respect (the little I have left).

This Fella came into my life a while back. A Sunday brunch landed us seeing each other every day for a good month (and some change) immediately after the Eggs Benedict. Sure, you are all thinking "A month? I have laundry that has been sitting in a basket longer then that." I get it. It's not a very long time. In defense of the "Month", you can in FACT, build a bond with someone if that month consist of sleeping so close together almost every night, that if anyone was lucky enough to witness this, they would for sure say these kids are in love. It goes back to the chemistry blindness, doesn't it? You can't deny chemistry. But it can disguise itself as something real pretty and ready to grow. Only to deal with the harsh reality that a handful of the ingredients are missing.

I can say this, this last month was tender, sweet, full of good music, laughter and a hell of a lot of hand holding (which I will miss terribly). Isn't that just good enough? Why can't that just be good enough? Why drag the feelings of rejection and hurt and disappointment? At the end of the day, the age difference and what I need and want is no longer worth compromising myself. And I no longer believe much he says. I'm only human and a hurt heart is never fun. But having a smart heart is nice for a change.

The other side of my bed quickly goes back to its familiarity and more recognizable domineer.

Office Christmas Party

My Christmas work parties are always a fun event. 

All of us ladies are all dressed up. 

Little black dresses worn like they're going out of style. 

Everyone shakes hands with the invited guest.
Rounds of drinks get tossed around....

Chris ends up in his Santa gear. A couple of more drinks later....

The Bust and the Butts come out....
(The BB's)

Aaaaaaand before you know it, the naked are naked....
AGAIN!!!
(Remember these 2 I love?)

At the end of the night...
I end up doing some embarrassing pole trick, that lands me on the floor,
 flashing my crotch to everyone shamelessly.
All for a good laugh.
And for some much needed practice. 

Don't judge. You know people that have parties like these in their homes, then go to work the next day and act all goody goody. At least we are staying true and not disappointing peoples stereotypes. On a serious note, I think this industry gets a bad rep. We are definitely a different breed of people. The naked and free spirited sexual creatures. We all know them. Some of us just have no problem being ourselves, guilt free. We are that breed. But at the end of the day, we are just the same. We get off work. We have loved ones. We cook dinner. We pay bills. Some of us have kids. Some of us go to school. Some of us have other things we want to peruse (coughwriting).  You feeling me? We are just people. And we are a family.

And what fun would it be if we were all the same?

I wouldn't have anyone to judge.