Friday, June 25, 2010

20sb Blog Carnival: Friends And Money #$friends

{hey, it's the 20sb blog carnival and the topic is "How do your friends and others affect your choices regarding money?"}

With a quiz score of 27 from the Schwab MoneyWise calculator, it's definitely time to reevaluate my relationship with money.

The first time I understand what money was, I was about 4 years old. My brother and I had just left our Grandparents house and they handed me $20. I remember getting out of the car in front of our house and taking out the money. I looked at my brother, looked at the $20, and promptly ripped it in half. I proudly told my parents I was splitting it with my brother. After shock then laughter, my parents explained the concept of money to me.

A year later for my 5th birthday I'm immortalized on the family home video's by opening a card with $5 and jumping up and down screaming "MONEY MONEY MONEY I'm RICH!!". Because at that young age I knew money was something that could get you things.

When I was 13 money meant pizza and ice cream at the pool with my best friend. We would ride our bikes and swim for hours with some snack breaks, going home when the pool closed to eat dinner then head back to night swim.

Money in high school was incredibly important. Most of us didn't have jobs because we didn't need to. School was the important thing and so we had allowances. Mine was pretty low but with a generous bf always willing to give me a twenty to go out with my friends, I never did that bad. Plus the times when I needed new stuff my parents handed me a CC with note and that was it. PF Changs for Friday nights, Clinque makeup (hey, we thought it was cool), Victoria's Secret underwear, I always had nice things and didn't give a huge thought about where it came from.

I went away to college and had a meal card but my roommate and I were always ordering food and shopping. My parents opened an account for me at a bank we had at home and in my college town so they could put money in every month. Granted it only $200 but that seemed amazing to me and combined with my friend, we did well.

I ended up leaving college early the first year due to family issues. {I ended up going back and finishing a few years later} I got my first job and was making money for myself. I had no rent to pay and only a cell phone bill so I did well. I can tell you right now...I have no idea where my money went. I know some of it went towards my first car because my mom made me give her some of my paycheck and she matched what she took.

I'm guessing most of it went to restaurants with friends. It seems the older I get the easier it is to make plans for dinner and drinks. And of course new outfits to wear and shoes. I do remember a certain pair of smooth butter soft camel colored knee high boots that were on sale for about $300...but anyways...

Dinner and drinks. The phrase that every CC and debit card runs from in fear. I don't know how many people, especially 20somethings with their first tastes of freedom, have said this phrase over and over every weekend and a few week nights. It seems harmless but it never is. Drinks and appetizers and people wanting to split things and the meal you thought/told yourself you were going to spend no more then $20, $40 at the most turns into $60 or more. It adds up. If you only go out 2 times a week and spend $60 a week, that's $6,240 a year, not including a bar or club on weekends or lunches during work.

I think that's the hardest thing, knowing your money is going to waste. Because at the end of the day that's a lot of money spent with nothing to show. Sure, you can be like Carrie Bradshaw and have a $40,000 collection of shoes but when you want to buy that condo/house, we don't all have friends like Charlotte willing to help us out.

Look, I know I'm lucky because I don't have student loans or credit card debt. I have a car payment which my parents currently pay until I get a full time job. I don't pay rent right now on my apt and my family is covering my bills but don't be fooled, in this economy it is a strain on them as well. It's even harder to manage the non existent money I have and combine it with hanging out with friends but it taught me the most valuable lessons about how to manage my money.

I won't ever be that stupid girl who made $600 cash a week, paid no rent, and still was broke at the end of the week. I won't be the girl who doesn't balance her checkbook. I will do what my Mom always says and pay myself first ($20) if nothing else. I will balance my own checkbook and not spend what I don't need to. It's a matter or need versus want.

So even with those goals how do I get by seeing friends and NOT do dinner and drinks? Well here are some of the ways I've found are fun and work.

1) go to the gym together. it can be really fun and it makes a workout go fast. plus after you can use the pool, cool off, relax, and have a talk. it feels really good and its a fun way to bond without spending money.

2) thrift store. you can scrounge up all your loose change and with $3 can buy 6 paperbacks or 3 shirts, or skirts or a ton of different combos. Half the fun of thrifting is just digging through the stuff and it can last for hours. You can talk and laugh and with so much crazy things, you never run out of things to talk about. A $1 big drink at McDonalds will quench your thirst and fill you up afterwards or during.

3) game night. have everyone bring over their favorite board or video game. bring poker or tarot cards. apples to apples is a big favorite. still want to drink? have everyone pitch in $5 or what they can and make a run to the grocery store. See what you can get, it might be cheap but boxed wine can be fun for all and chips or something aren't too expensive. My friend brought eggs and choc chips and with the rest from my house, we made choc chop cookies.

4) zoo/musems. most cities have them and with a public library card you can check out passes to go for free.

The bottom line is that it might have to suck to admit not having money but there is no shame in being honest. You don't need to whine about being poor so people will pay for you. You can be and sound like a responsible adult and say "Sorry, watching my budget". What kind of rude person would argue with that? If they're your friend they won't put you in a position to spend money you don't have. Hey if it worked for Joey, Phoebe, and Rachel, it can work for you.

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I love this blog carnival and think you should all enter. Just writing this made me think about my relationship with money and new goals to work on!!

Go and enter at 20sb!!

{from the 20sb site} Prizes: Charles Schwab has been generous enough to offer five lucky bloggers a cash prize for writing fun and innovative content! That’s right…five lucky bloggers will get $100 each, so get creative, heartfelt, or hilarious. You all have unique voices, so we’ll do our best to highlight a few that really stand out.

Love,

Veronica

Disclaimer: This post is part of the 20SB Blog Carnival: Friends & Money, sponsored by Charles Schwab. Prizes may be awarded to selected posts. The information and opinions expressed in this post do not reflect the views or opinions of Charles Schwab. Details on the event, eligibility, and a complete list of participating bloggers can be found here.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Bill, you were just licking blood out of my head. I don't think it gets much more personal than that

Hello darlings,

Sooooo I realize that some people might think this blog is a serious blog about being bitter and mean and that we sit around with voodoo dolls and pins and a bottle of tequila. Well, you'd be wrong. About the voodoo dolls, not alcohol.

But seriously, this blog is about venting and that's it. Things are annoying in everyday life but at the end of the day, it's better to write it out and forget it then hold it in. It's not targeted towards bloggers at all but real life shit that it annoying or sucks. It's better to be snarky and laugh then to hold it in or be fake.

The only thing I'm serious about is how much I love me some Eric Northman. Or about chocolate. I'm pretty serious about chocolate. and puppies. and the Jersey Shore. and Law & Order SVU marathons but I digress...

As my Dad days, "hate is a strong word, use strongly dislike" but that doesn't roll off the tongue...or keyboard as easy.

Bottom line is 20sb bloggers are fabulous and that's one thing I can say we completely love with no shame. That's right the "we hate" girls love us some 20sb. Bloggers everywhere talking about anything and everything is amazing. We love that in the blogosphere there is room for everyone. We are all different and that's what makes it so unique. That's right I'm looking at you LiLu, Dshan, AnydyGirl, Maxie, Ben, Doni, Katelin, Nicole, and so many others!

Now I'm off to youtube 80's tv shows, 90's boybands (again), and cute panda videos.

Love,

Veronica

I hate the high road: or why being morally superior can suck


{What Up with That Wednesday is now in session!}

I hate taking the high road. You know, the road where you do the right thing but somehow the other person gets all the rewards? I know that in the end karma is a bitch and blah blah they'll get what they deserve but it still isn't fun watching a completely undeserving person get rewarded for well, being a jerk.

I hate the ex friend who talked CRAZY shit about me to a ton of people which was all lies. He was privately a VERY different person that most people saw him as and really, a big fake. I took the high road and didn't spill all the secrets that would have burned him socially and professionally. When people hate me because of him it gets me really upset. I feel like screaming and shouting and throwing a tantrum and letting them know how much shit their "friend" talked about them but what's the use? People have to figure things out for themselves.

I hate the ex boyfriend who is a spoiled brat who treats everyone horrible but is so charming everyone forgives him. The guy who lies to everyone, who is lazy, who can never be depended on but yet somehow everyone knows this and can't stand him but when you're in the room with him you forget it all. I hate that I worked so hard and people respect me more but still hang out with him. I hate that at the end of the day when I could do a lot of things to him I don't because I'm just not vindictive.

I hate having the power to really mess up someones life they way they've hurt mine or someone I've loved yet don't because I am a person who doesn't stoop that low. I hate feeling angry when I know I should feel good about myself and my decisions. I suppose I feel saltier that a bag of salt n' vinegar chips but sometimes I can't help it. It is really frustrating to work hard and watch people cheat and lie and get rewards based on that.

I also hate people who have 15 items and still go in the 10 items of less check out lane.

I hate people who can't decide for themselves how they feel about a person and rely on other people.

I hate feeling about bad about people not worth my time.

I hate waiting a week for True Blood and all summer for more Glee.

But things I love?

@LivitLuvit, in the @MTVTJ search for MTV’s 1st Twitter Jockey! #zyncmtvtj. Follow her!

Love,

Veronica

Something to say?

So Betty and I love all your comments!! It's fun to see people hating on things like we do.

Since this is an anonymous blog, we want to open it up to people who want to bitch about something but don't want to use their own blog. You can email us at: wehateyouloveus@gmail.com and we'll post whatever you want us to.

Also, you can send in random hates and anonymous or not (whatever you prefer) we'll post them here and people can see what else is being hated on. You can send us anything, we're up for all feedback and if you love something, send it too!!

We love reading all your blogs and we'll be commenting more but you know what we hate? Having to switch in and out of our personal gmails to the whylu one. Ohhh can we be WhyLu like lilu is lilu? Lilu, lets us know lol (seriously though follow my blog crush on twitter @LivitLuvit)

So keep on hating like Michael Jackson keeps making money (too soon?) or Heidi Montag/Pratt keeps getting plastic surgery!

Also thanks alot to @brandabouttown for being so awesomely nice to us after out last post. We heart you!!

xoxox

Betty and Veronica

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Hump Day Hate - Techno Drivers

Yesterday while driving to the mall, I was stopped at a red light when I was assaulted by the loudest, most obnoxious techno music I've ever heard. He was also dancing with what I think were imaginary glow sticks. I turned my head towards the car and he looked at me, smiled, and said "what's up". At least I think that's what he said since I 1) couldn't hear him and 2) am not trained at reading lips. I digress...you want to know what's up Mr. Techno? What's up is that I hate you.

You've all witnessed these people - those who think their music is SO super that they want the entire world to hear it. Techno, metal, country, or that guy singing "I'll Make Love to You" at the top of his lungs (that's a true story...use your imagination to determine how that ended). Now, I'm not hating on those who love listening to music turned up in their car. In fact, Veronica and I were masters of this back in high school. However, there's a point where it's so loud that it's problematic. For example:

1) You can't hear an ambulance/fire truck/kid on a bike coming past you - safety first!
2) You get so "into the zone" that you don't notice when the light turns green. Then you can't hear me honk when I'm behind you. We all have places to be. I don't need to be stuck behind you simply because you can't focus on driving.
3) Your music drowns out mine. Not ok.

So Mr. Techno, please put your windows up and turn your music down a few notches so I can listen to Positive K's "I Got a Man" in peace.

Love,

Betty

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

I'm hating on today like Sue Sylvester hates on Mr Schue.

So today is a bunch of random hates building up the last few days.

Hey @brandabouttown, why do you use the same bloggers for all your events/giveaways who invite the same people to their parties but never buy stuff? All the"Nintendo enthusiasts" you have never seem to buy much. How about sending some of that love over here? Between Betty and myself, we know tons of girls/people who love and spend lots of money on games and whatnot. Hook us up and we'll invite bloggers who have cash and who never get the good invites. This is coming from a girl who has been a Nintendo fan since the first year it came out and her brother got 2 because it was so unsure who could even get one that we got lucky. I've rocked almost every version of gameboy, had the cube, have a DS, and love the wii (even though i don't have one but Betty does). My fav Nintendo game? Bubble Bobble! Okay...it might be Littlest Pet Shop but whatever! I still rock out to some NBA games and LOVE me some Call of Duty. So, hook some new people up, get some fresh blood and feedback!

Also? How come the same bloggers always get the same awesome giveaways and never send the gifts or their friends always seem to mysteriously win? What's up with that [ohhhh eeee whats up with that, whats up with that? I love you Kenan!]

Hey, people on my block? Seriously, SHUT UP! I am still hating on you. STOP making comments so that I have to change my dog walking route in order not to be harassed. I hate you.

Hey bad drivers, USE A TURN SIGNAL!! I am not a mind reader and when you slam on your brakes to turn with no notice, NOT COOL! Also, pulling out into the road to make a left and blocking traffic and then when you see it and have the room to back up and let me go and don't, go f*** yourself. Seriously, who gave you a license? Do not. I repeat, do not. give me that extremely stupid and fake blank look like 'what? I don't know why you would be mad I'm blocking traffic because I think I'm better since I drive a Mercedes." You're really not fooling anyone.

Hey motorcycles/bikes? If you want cars to respect you, respect the road. If I can't weave through cars during traffic, you can't either. If you want to make up your own lanes in between cars, don't wonder why cars hate you. Bikers, honestly where do I even start? First off wear helmets and then go find a mountain to climb.

Hey people who think Glee and Lady Gaga should be guilty pleasures that I should be embarrassed about? I don't think so. I need to feel no guilt about liking those things (especially when they are combined {Kurt: Lady Gaga is a woman! She's only the biggest pop act to come along in decades. She's boundary-pushing, the most theatrical performer of our generation, and she changes her look faster than Brit changes sexual partners.} I like that on my shelf I have my romance novels next to Vonnegut. I have a vampire shelf full of Charlaine Harris Sookie Books, True Blood DVDs, Twilight books and movies, and an Edward doll. It was on sale and I bought and so what? I have no guilt about what's on my DVR (Glee, a soap opera, True Blood, and Hannah Montana). I like what I like and no one is going to tell me that I should feel bad. I will say it proud and loud that I adore musicals. And what?

Now I'm going to put in Twilight on this super rainy day and enjoy me some Edward Cullen being awkward and hot and polite.

Love,

Veronica.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

This is my dance space, this is your dance space...

Tonight I went to a dance class at my gym. While I don't love going to the gym, I really look forward to the dance classes they offer. However, I don't look forward to some of the people in my class. It's not everyone, maybe half of the class. So 50% of my gym dance classes - I hate you.

The problems start out before the class even starts. These classes at my gym are really popular and definitely fill up. The gym decided that members need to sign in at the front desk when they arrive if they want to take the class so they can make sure that the room isn't over capacity. In a class that has a lot of jumping/turning/arms flying, significant space is essential. However, people seem to think that they are above this policy and walk right past the desk into the dance room. Today I signed in 10 minutes before class started and only 1/4 of the list was full. However, walking into the room I saw that only a few more people could fit. And you know that 15 more people showed up before class started and another showed up halfway through the class. Fellow dancers - you are not above the policy. Trust me, you will benefit by following the rules. Don't think I'm afraid to talk to the manager if there are too many people in there. I will.

Next, there is the issue of where people stand. Today a guy in the class was well over 6 feet tall. First, I will give props to this guy - men tend to stay away from dance classes which is a shame because it's a killer workout. However, he decided to stand in the front row right in front of the instructor. I'm short - I couldn't see past him. I'm sure he's aware that he's tall - be a little considerate of the shorter people in the class and move to the right or left.

While we're on the topic of where people stand, classmates - please don't stand next to me if it will only leave 6 inches of space when there is a much roomier spot somewhere else in the classroom. I should start by saying that I have a dancing background. I pick up steps really quickly and I do them full out for the entire class. I don't expect everyone to be able to do this - the steps are tough and fast and it can be really hard to catch on. I fully support these people coming to class. However, if you can't pick up the steps, or even better, step to the right each time the instructor says "step to the left", leave adequate space. Patrick Swayze said it best in Dirty Dancing: "This is my dance space. This is your dance space. I don't go into yours. You don't go into mine."

Finally, as cute as some of your clothes may (or may not) be when you're walking down the street, it doesn't mean that they are appropriate for a dance class. If your long sleeve shirt has long, dangling pieces of fabric with beads attached, please don't wear it to class. When you turn and flap your arms, it may end up hurting someone. For example, you may hit me...on my left arm...and leave a painful red mark. Not ok. And if you do hit me, please apologize.

In conclusion, please think for 2 seconds before going to dance class. And maybe just stay a little further away from me.

Love,

Betty

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Hump Day Hate.

If John Mayer has sung about something, I probably hate it. Okay maybe that's not entirely true because I still think your body is a wonderland and sometimes you should just say what you need to say but I in no way back up his angsty ways as he does, singing "it might be a quarter life crisis".

What. the. fuck.

Lilu's fabulous tweet inspired this hump day hate. {which is going to be a feature of this blog although it will usually be a picture and a few lines}. So apparently a QLC is the new black is the new pink is the new glen coco.

Let's break this down. A bunch of people are in their twenties and decide they are going to find themselves. They are going to throw caution and student loans to wind and run off. Maybe they're going to quit their job or school or they're just going to blog and blog. and blog. and blog. about what life really is and how they are going to j.k. livin like Matthew Mcconaughey. How is it a crisis? Isn't that called life? I hate people who have to act pretentious about life.

Yeah I said it. It's becoming pretentious. All of us are living life and I don't think that at 25 we are really in such a "crisis". Finding yourself is the new beer pong. I guess I thought what you do after 18/college/early twenties is called experience, my bad...

Now slow down people, I am not hating on love and happiness and people coming together for good. I love the idea that people want to be true to themselves and be happy. I am just sick of every blog being about how life is so hard and difficult and what am I going to do and I am just going to be ME and find out who I really am. Sometimes I honestly find it rather smug.

I like my life of reality tv and working and being with friends and living life without wondering every 5 seconds if it's enough and if I'm on the right path. I like just living.

Sometimes we miss the forest for the trees. I hate how everything has to be meaningful and authentic, god forbid things be silly or without purpose or even a bit snarky (like this blog). It's funny because everything we do is authentic because it's us. Even when we aren't being true to ourselves, it's still who we are.

I hate having to be told that I am not living enough or that I should keep searching.

I love my life and I sometimes hate it and I accept that life has ups and downs and that it isn't a crisis, it's just what it is. Life. So hate on this blog and tell me that I've had too much haterade and should switch to some vitamin water and a granola bar. My vodka/lemonade is just fine thanks.

Love,

Veronica

Monday, June 7, 2010

Who are the people in your neighborhood?

I hate my neighbors.

Remember the Sesame street song about the "people in your neighborhood"? You know the one..."Say, who are the people in your neighborhood? The people that you meet each day". Well, let me tell you about my neighbors. Trust me, you won't see NPH dancing around singing about telly's shoes or the Cookie Monster in my neighborhood.

What you will see are kids who need to simmer down and go to their own houses/apartments to drink their cheap beer and 40s and catcall to each other. Seriously, I don't care what you do but STOP LITTERING ON MY LAWN! My dogs don't need to choke on your chicken wings or huge slabs of beef jerky (seriously?). I know who lives on my block and let me tell you, a block full of families and special needs people (most of the block) are not out at 3am calling to each other from across the streets screaming "GIRL, WHERE YOU AT".

Also? I hate the men who sit at the end of the block on the church steps asking me if I "habla español" AFTER they have made a bunch of ridiculously gross, inappropriate, and icky comments about my body and what they'd like to do to it, in spanish. Thanks for asking after the fact. What tipped you off, my disgusted face as I rush my dogs along the block or me turning around and walking them the other way when I see you? Look I'm half spanish so this isn't rude, this is just a fact. This does lead me to the other neighborhood creeps.

Again while walking the dogs I stumbled upon 3 guys walking towards the busy street. One guy was super nice and polite, talking to my dogs, introducing himself and just being considerate. One guy was hanging back quiet and the third, oh lord was he trying my patience. First he was all "where you been at girl, you come from a club?" I was like what the what, I'm walking my dogs and wearing a halter cause its hot as hell, with jeans and flip flops, what club does he think I was at? But whatever, maybe I shouldn't hate on his ignorant ass because it could have been a weird way to tell me I looked nice, right? Yeah, no...because the next thing out of his mouth was "you know its my mans birthday, whats up, whats up". Excuse me? I will wish him a 'happy birthday' but I will NOT be giving him a happy ending. I hate how guys will be full on creeps while it's clear I'm picking up dog poop, not a man.

I hate the people in my neighborhood who take up 3 spaces of precious street parking instead of 1. We all know its a bitch to park, especially with limited spots and only 1 block where our permit is valid and half of them are handicapped spaces. So why be that asshole who pulls in between cars to make a few spaces into one because of the exact spacing, therefore becoming a bigger dick than kanye west to taylor swift. People, I will (and do) leave you hate notes on your windshields reminding you to be a considerate person but apparently manners went out with the Kennedy administration.

Also, would saying 'thank you' kill a person? I'm pretty sure my next post will be on how to handle no mannered tactless irresponsible assholes who don't know what the magic word is and think they're better then emily post.

I hate the people in my neighborhood and yes, I am that kind of neighbor that will peek out of my blinds and call the cops anonymously complaining about noise, loitering, litter, and tell the police I don't know whats going on but I see cars stopping and people handing them things in windows. Do not judge, I keep this place safe! If they have nothing on them, nothing to worry about.

Just be glad I don't have bricks to throw out of my windows at cars with alarms going off for hours and hours...

Love,
Veronica

Friday, June 4, 2010

Do Not Ruin My $10 Movie Theater Experience

Tonight I'm hating on people at movie theaters. I went to see a movie with the hubby and fortunately he got to leave work early and we were able to make a 4:30 show. I usually shy away from Friday nights at movie theaters because they are filled with lots of teenagers/popcorn all over the place/gross bathrooms/etc. I figured that the movie would start before people got off of work so it wouldn't be too crowded.

I was right and when we walked into the theater had maybe 30 people in it. The theater was huge - I'd guess it could sit at least 300 people. We picked our seats, got comfy and the previews began. Of course a few people came in during the previews which is totally normal. But just as the movie was beginning a group of 5 teenage boys walked in and decided to sit RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.

When I go to a movie, I always make a point to not sit in front of anyone because I don't want to block their view and I want to give them the option to put their feet up on the chair. Of course, if the movie is sold out, you can't avoid it. But today, when there were 270+ other seats to choose from, they chose the seat in front of me...the seat that my feet were on...and proceeded to spend the entire moving rocking back and forth hitting my knees. Sure, I could have gotten up and moved to a different seat, but I was there first. Call it childish, but I believe in a thing called movie etiquette and these people did not follow it. I hate you.

Love,

Betty

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

My Boobs Trump Yours

Lately I've been reading a lot of posts about the horrors of bathing suit shopping. I get it - it's summer, it's time, and really who loves shopping for a bathing suit? But what's really irritating is reading about how people have such a tough time because their boobs are too big. Let me break it down: my boobs trump yours. I'm 95% confident in saying that. You're complaining because you're a D or DD? I'm a G...yes, you read that right. And no, I'm not a big gal - I'm a 34G. I'm also all natural (which leads me to this - those girls who get plastic surgery to be my size: Do your research. You will have back problems. It's not glamorous. You look silly. I hate you.)

The average bra size in the U.S. is a 36C. So if you're a D or DD, join the club of many girls who are a D because you're not that far off the average. You can still buy bras at Target, Victoria's Secret, etc. I have to order mine from specialty stores. You can easily find bras that are in pretty colors and fabrics. I'm lucky if I can find a bra that's not black, white, or nude. You can buy a bra for less than $80. I have to make massive alterations to all of my clothes to fit which often costs twice as much as the item of clothing. You can definitely find a bikini top that fits. Yea, you may have to look a little harder, but guess what - EVERYONE DOES. I don't feel bad for you.

And finally - how about you embrace what you have? Many girls will pay thousands of dollars to get what you have. You're a woman - boobs come with the territory. I'm sure you enjoy having that little something extra to make that sparkly halter top looks extra hot instead of having to wear a super enhancing padded bra. I hate you.

Love,

Betty

Because I Can

Right now I am hating on people who go on twitter to say things like "oh no, dont spoil Glee" "omg people suck! why do they have ruin things #glee". Seriously? DON'T GO ON TWITTER! That's it. Easy. You won't know what happened and you will save everyone who follows you from having to roll their eyes and say "shut up" out loud so the person next to them looks up, wondering whats going on. I hate you.

Also? People who complain about being heavy on their blogs and clothes not fitting and then ALWAYS posting via their blogs/twitter/whatever how they eat chocolate and candy and sweets and go out to dinner all the time. It's no wonder you are gaining weight. Working out can only go so far...75% of losing weight is what you eat. I mean when I put on the lbs it's not a mystery to me, I know it's the chinese food and eating fast food and heath bars. It's not rocket science...I hate you.

I am calling out the bitch on Glee who is Jesse St James dance partner. That stank face, bad attitude, and aren't you like 35? She was all sorts of mean and poor Rachel!! Lead dance girl, I hate you!

Love,

Veronica
 

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