Not a true story but imagine how you would feel if you were able to do that. That's how I felt.
I've been in a number of weddings (always the bridesmaid...) and given a number of speeches and who boo-hoo's through them all? This guy. Just to give you the proper barometer. Maury Povich's babydaddy reveals? Crying. The email of the wounded animal curling up to another animal of a different species? Bawling. Toe stubbed? Sackcloth, ashes and fists at the sky. So, yes. For everything. In a melodramatic fashion. I FEEL.
Anywho, the giving of this particular speech was the Universe slapping me in the face and saying you're goddamn great, get the goddamn memo. I hurr ya, Universe. Finally. I dove onto that stage (true story) and gave the performance of a lifetime. Heartfelt. My best friend is the best, truly. What makes this speech momentous is that the crowd ERUPTED! when my name was called, I shit you not. And they laughed at the right places! I didn't cry! I. Didn't. Cry. Amazeballs.
It's funny I rely on Facebook to give me memo's and I totally realize that makes as much sense as going to a toddler for advice on drawing (finger paint FTW!) but we all gotta be ready for the info, who can say where it will pop up in front of our finally opened eyes. Not that I have had a metamorphasis but I'm slowly moving out of that chrysalid and that's totes mcgotes okidoki. Wait a minute, I was pointing to something mentioning FB - what was it?....
Don't you just LOVE those sidewalk paintings? I'll find an example...
WILD, right? Humanity! I am bonkers for you showing how much good you can do! Bonkers! (just plain some would say...wheee!)
Oh god. so remember 1.7 seconds ago when I spoke about the crying? Well, here's this. AND ties in what I love about humanity.
Are there people out there who can resist reggae? I'll tell you one of the best times of my life doesn't feature reggae but my best friend and I down in the Bahamas and got swindled getting into this club and features a man named Action. De fine gals tried to teach me all the local badonkadonk shaking ways. I got some of them. But rhythm and I only shake hands periodically. Don't get me wrong I am FULLY of the dance like no one is watching mentality but I have no idea how it works out in real life. This is why I'm hot. Thanks Mims.
Man, am I ready to wear cute dresses and pop my glasses at hot dudes in the summer heat. I wish it was tomorrow. Not really, I need time to shimmy my body to Jillian Michaels yelling at me.
You wanna know whats my favourite song? Of course you do!!
It's this one, I sing it to everyone. Only I sing it at a much faster clip, people need to get together with alacrity. Shit needs gettin' done. I don't like answering what's my favourite song as it's totally dependant on my goldfish memory and whatever my mood dictated coupled with what the last 10 songs on my iPod were. Music is the key to my happiness though, I love people so much more when I am smiling and nodding to my favourite beat.
You know what's hard? Baking! It's like Science! And they mean it when they give you the recipe steps. I'm more of a well, its a cup-ish and I don't have that but I do have this! I'm going to take a cooking course eventually and a knife skills one and then maybe baking. Probably not with my flour addiction. If I could make my own croissants it would basically be time to start order muu-muus in XXXL. Sexy.
I have a headache. Dehydration station. Go get yourself a glass of water, you know it's been a while.
Here's Moubebe.
My brother calls her Mouchebag. I don't like it. Mouey dooooooo!
a haiku:
gonna stick with you
togetherness is the best
revolutionize
xo
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