Okay, people.  I can’t tell you how I’m going to be in the future but I can tell you that right now, I’m going to say what I want.  Lately I’ve been trying to PG myself and not think out loud as I have done in the past because I’m working with some big named brands but I’ve been a bit to vanilla for myself and I had just enough of last night in me to say it.  If i can’t be myself then I’ll hate myself.

Yes.  Last night.  Okay. So I was at some bars that I am told should really impress me.  Because of their exclusivity, I’m not “supposed” to talk about or acknowledge their existence, but I was there and I drank copious amount of overly priced alcohol. I didn’t pay for anything. It’s a finely tuned skill.

Yes. I do pee in the shower.  I look forward to it.  Sorry, Suave.

I went out with my friend from high school who lives in NYC and some of his chick friends.  I flipped out all day because I am a total mom (according to NYC standards, everywhere else I’m just MILFY).  I have a mom look.  Mom hair and mom jeans (well, not MOM jeans but no designer labels).

I was afraid that I wasn’t going to mesh well or blend in but apparently, all I need is to be completely oblivious to all things and I’m set.

The ocean, too.  I love to pee in the ocean.

I’m no longer young.  I can’t dress or act it and I sure don’t really want to be it.  I’m in my early 30′s and the highlight of my week is how much I saved at the grocery store.  Personally, I think kicking a$$ at the grocery store is awesome but apparently the hipsters in NYC don’t.

WTF is a hipster?

I had just enough to drink last night that I’m still a teensy bit drunk right now, but that is okay.  I’m in my room all cozied up with my laptop and have about 8 hours before I have to mom it up again and get back to daytime Julie.

You heard it right.  Daytime Julie.

I know someone who knows someone who has a father named Richard Hole.  Take it where you will.

I think the key to any woman is you need to be able to differentiate yourself.  There’s daytime Julie and nighttime Julie.  The two shall never meet and I prefer nighttime Julie.

I mean, who doesn’t pee in the shower?

I’m also sick of the blama (blog drama, I’m coining a new phrase, write it down) that I’m seeing lately.  I have one friend who has every single thing she writes completely ripped off within minutes, and I have no idea how to help her.  I think my friends “friend” needs to start ripping me off.  She’d be so very disappointed.

I went to the Waverly Inn and had their Mac & Cheese with truffles.  I don’t know what the fuck truffles are and could have made the mac & chee for forty cents but the menu insisted we pay forty dollars, but now I get to say I went to Ye Old Waverly Inn (in a pirate voice, no less) and apparently that makes me cool.

I’ll pee in a lake but not a pond.

Pretty sure I’m dragging on and this is going nowhere.  I have a point to all my random.  If you’re here to judge, go away.  If you don’t have something nice to say, say it to someone else and if you have a bit o’ random in you, please tell us and let them know Keely sent you.

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