Multiple Personality Disorder

Contrary to the title of this post, I'm not going to divulge something serious to you today, although it would strike nobody as a surprise. 'Bi-polar psycho' is a really cute nickname that my husband reserves for me and just me. Instead, the MPD I am referring to is my need to live in multiple cities at once and be the person synonymous with each locale. Follow me, will you?

NYC bad bitch: I'm Carrie Bradshaw, get away from my cab.

I love North Carolina: I'm going to stand here with my pitchfork and be deliriously happy and sell all my everything i love Chanel.

I'm a Parisian trapped in this transplanted New Yorker's country bumpkin, pear-shaped body. C'est la vie.

It's been said that 'You only live once, but if you work it right, once is enough.' Fine, it was said on The Real Housewives of Orange County, but it was said.

I say, she's a God damned liar.

Everything Old Is New Today

This is a link to my old blog, which even my mother didn't read. Let's enjoy this comedic debacle of writing samples, shall we? Yes, let's.

THIS IS THE LINK, CLICK HERE Y'ALL

May this serve as a public service announcement to adolescents everywhere, swarming in poverty stricken herds to move to NYC to give someone one million American dollars a day to live somewhere very, very small. You will eventually earn money. You won't have to shop at Goodwill forever, though you may choose to continue. You will meet a nice boy/girl or boygirl or whathaveyou and they may even marry you. You will eventually revisit your old blog and revel in some sort of personal growth.

In the meantime, I will think of something, ANYTHING, of current relevance to contribute to this current blaugh.