I'm Annoyed That I'm Annoyed

I know you know what I'm referring to. It's that thing that happened that you know you shouldn't care about, but the thought/action keeps replaying over and over and over in your head. And you can tell yourself that it is stupid/dumb/asinine, but it doesn't matter. It's in your head because it bothers you and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it.

I tell my particular example to Rads during today's IM chat:

Rads [11:46 AM]:

  and this isn't affecting your life at all

Hollyywood [11:46 AM]:

  i know, but i hate that i think about it

Rads [11:46 AM]:

  blog about it

Hollyywood [11:46 AM]:

  lol

Rads [11:46 AM]:

  you know that's going to be my standard response

And so I shall. 

This incident happened last night via Facebook (of course) when I received a notification that someone had commented on a photo of me. Now this person in question and I are no longer friends. She is friends with my ex, and while I had removed her from my newsfeed, I did not drop her as a friend. Why you ask? I didn't feel it was necessary. She and I never had any beef, but I certainly didn't need to know about all the outings/inside jokes/whereabouts of my former crew, so I decided to remove it from being IN MY FACE in my newsfeed, but keep her as a 'friend' for stalking privileges (you know what I'm talking about). Well, I go and check this photo and her comment is 'please delete', asking her brother to remove the picture from his photo album. I then go to her page and see that we are, in fact, no longer 'friends'. Ok, fine. I get it. People choose sides. She and I will in all likelihood never see each other again, so WHY THE HELL DO I CARE?? I keep telling myself that I don't. But this damn scenario keeps replaying in my head. 

SO my inspirational focus for today is {friendship}. In addition to Rads telling me to 'blog about it', he also told me to get over it and that she is a racist from Howell. (Which, to all you non-Michiganders, is the KKK capital of MI.) And she truly is. This did help. Buttt, I needed a bit more affirmation so I told the same story to my girl, AK:

AK [11:45 AM]:
  what a stupid bitch
  honestly
  i would kick her
Hollyywood [11:48 AM]:
  haha
  thank you
  i hate that it bothers me
  and i'm not even sure that she thought i'd see it
  i'm not friends with her bro
  or her
  but i still got the notification since i was tagged
AK [11:50 AM]:
  she's a whore
  she looks 40
  and sucks
Hollyywood [11:52 AM]:
  siiiiiiiiiiigh
  i'm annoyed that i'm annoyed
 

And there you have it, folks. THAT is true friendship. xo

Ok. Let's Do This!

As I mention below, I've decided to start blogging and today I decided I was going to attempt my first 'real' post. Now, I know that I have random thoughts/experiences throughout the day that could just spew onto paper (my screen?) in the form of a blog post, but everything seemed to be about me bitching and/or complaining. As I ran through the ideas in my head, I looked at my pretty pretty page that I so carefully took the time to set up so it was juuuuust right and represented ME and I wasn't sure where to go from here.

As I usually do when I have a random question/comment/inquiry throughout the work day, I instant messaged one of the people who know me best, Rads. (Mind you, he was the first person who I told that I was starting a blog and who also immediately responded with, "about what?" to which I replied, "I dunno, me, I guess." We went back and forth on this until we ultimately had to drop the subject because he wanted a purpose and I just wanted encouragement and you know how that man v. woman thing goes.) So, I tell him that I wanted to do my first blog post today, but everything that I think about writing about seems to be me bitching about something and I wanted this page to be {inspirational} and lovely. His reply, "well, if the shoe fits ..."

I'm sure he didn't mean his response to be so helpful, since he was ultimately telling me that I am that sarcastic (albeit funny?) person, but I took it to mean that I can write about whatever the hell I want to write about, since this whole idea is supposed to be about me anyways. So, I'm sitting here, trying to decide on my FIRST AMAZING BLOG POST TOPIC, and all I can think about is this damn blister on my left heel from my amazinggg new CK pearlized peep-toe shoes in lychee that I purchased from DSW last week. 

Mind you, I may have literally purchased these beauties on the day of the {Spring Equinox} when the weather in Michigan was a balmy 55 degrees and now it is back down to a brutal 34. BUT, I wore them today because I was going on a date this evening with my beautiful, and newly preggo, girl friend, T. T and I go out for vino (and several chocolate cake shots) once a month and catch up on gossip and the like (which, I will say I was bummed that I was going to be drinking for the 3 of us now, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do). T went to design school, is always pulled together, and quite frankly, I dressed up for her today. I woke up early, did my hair, and put thought into my work outfit, since I was going to be pulling off the happy-hour-after-working-for-the-man-in-corporate-America look this evening. Plus, I really do heart these shoes and knew I was going to have to break them in since patent leather is a bitch.

I made it through the work day, which consisted of walking down to the local Starbucks this morning and down to the food court for lunch ... and that was about as far as I could make it in these puppies. The blister took over and even with the band-aid, I was a cripple. Not only that, I became that girl that looks like she does not know how to walk in heels; clodding around like a fool; and there is simply nothing worse. Girls of this nature receive an immediate look of disdain. What's worse, is after I hobbled back to my desk from lunch, I received a text from T saying that she had to reschedule our date due to a work function. All my efforts were for naught. Hair. Make-up. Clothes. And heels. Wasted.

BUT. I will now share with you one thing that I truly do {LOVE}. My Ugg scalloped mocs that I keep under my desk for these emergency situations. They are a little piece of heaven. AND they have a hard sole so you can wear them outdoors ... which is how I plan to shuffle out of here today and hit up the drug store on the way home to pick up some band-aids.

So, there. This is my first 'real' post. It ended up being about shoes, but my comfort was my {inspiration} for this post today and they are truly something that I love and want to share. Bonus: my bitching to Rads about my self-inflicted blister receives little sympathy, if anything. Luckily, I now have you, blogworld. xo

What am I waiting for?

So, I keep waiting to publish my first 'real' post. I've been building this up for so long that I don't want it to be a big let down when I actually do decide to stop being a puss and write something of substance. Maybe substance is going too far. More like something at all.

The thing is, I told my friends and family that I was going to start a blog. Well, the first thing that I get in response is, "what about?" Hell if I know. I just know that I want to write one. So, I just spent a lot of time making it pretty; browsing and educating myself on the blogworld and the little tips to personalize my page. Well, it's time. We're moving forward, kids.

Who knows? Maybe I will be a blog master; it could be my true medium (A Christmas Story reference there, in case you didn't catch that). And maybe this will blow up in my face ... but I have faith. I don't think it will. I'm witty. I'm creative. I know what I like and what I don't like. Plus, a lot of sh!t runs through my head on a daily basis, and now I have a place to jot down my WTF moments.

So, in summary, I have no idea where this little adventure will take me. But here goes nothing. xo

My First Post

Don't get too excited ... this is just a test! Isn't my siggy fantastic?