Don't be tardy for the party. And Pay me $10,000 to be there.
Lately I’ve been trying to come up with some get-rich-quick schemes in order to keep me off the streets and support my addictions – shopping and sushi. Short of throwing myself in front of a moving vehicle, I’ve really been struggling to find an easy way to make a ton of cash. But apparently, in this day an age, all a girl has to do is invest in some hair extensions and an upgrade in boob size in order to make her millions.
No, I’m not referring to prostitution. Unless that’s what you consider the girls on the VH1 series “Rock of Love Bus” who make $1,500 per personal appearance. So I guess my new life plan should be: take part in a ridiculous reality series, make my way onto the D-list next to Kathy Griffin and then rake in the cash by going to fabulous parties and charging for it.
I just want to know one thing, who in their right mind would pay Johanna Botta from The Real World Austin $1,000 to hang out with them? She may be a former Miss Peru, but you’re in America now, Joanna. That’s not how we roll.
And another thing; disregarding what she makes per episode on the Real Housewives of Atlanta, did you know that gold digging, man stealing, “Tardy for the Party” singing Kim Zolciak charges $8,000-$10,000 per personal appearance? (Editor’s Note: I’d pay that much NOT to be in a room with that mess. Unless she’d perform live. Then I’d pay that fo sho.) Well of course these women are going to be rich and fabulous wherever they go; Bravo pays them thousands of dollars just to show up! Kim needs another skin-tight, boobie-poppin’ dress to match her new wig? No problem, just show up at some random party and demand payment.
But the one so-called celebrity that really grinds my gears is Paris Hilton. Does anyone know what she’s famous for anyway? A few whacked out reality series under her belt and now she charges a $100,000 personal appearance fee. I’d be lucky if I made that in a year. Really lucky. Does anyone even like Paris Hilton? Could anyone like her enough to spend $100k and risk herpes/HPV? You’d be better off paying me to show up at your party. And unlike Paris, I wouldn’t make you dress up or kiss my ass to be my BFF.
Where do D-list celebs draw the line? Do they expect to get paid to show up at their own birthday party? I guess 15 minutes of television fame isn’t enough for these people. They’re milking the publicity cow for all it’s worth. So please let me know when the next Rock of Love Bus is due into the station. I’ll stroke Bret Michael’s ego and synthetic hair for that kind of cash flow.
You may have heard of him, or even met him. Hopefully not.
Recently, the local paper did a cover story on him, calling him the “most vile man on Earth.” The story made me mad, really mad. It told me all I needed to know about this self-proclaimed a$$hole. It also referred to him as “Pig #1.” So, I decided to take their lead and call him Little Piggy, because, well, he is.
Little Piggy is actually an average-looking guy (and average in lots of other ways, he admits) but, for reasons which mystify me (hence the blog), has a ridiculously popular Web site where he chronicles his immature, irresponsible, womanizing behavior (the Tucker Max Stories!) and has done so for several years now.
l-o-s-e-r
He has admitted to going to an LP convention to find himself a little person for “novelty” reasons. Gross. He also has brilliantly concocted a scale where he rates women, starting at “common-stock pig” all the way up to the very elite “super hottie” (you KNOW you’ve made it when!) He goes out of his way to ridicule and humiliate these women, including (and especially) those who may be imperfect (overweight, have a disability, etc.) He has also written a book ( “I hope they serve beer in hell“) that is a NY Times best seller.
Anyways, you get the point. Ick. I want to take a shower after just thinking about this creep.
So, why am I even wasting my time (and yours) writing about this loser who at 33 still drinks himself into oblivion, sleeps with countless women and has built a cult-like following (mostly among frat guys, need I say more…) for doing so? You could say that I’m glorifying him and contributing to the problem by giving him any attention at all. Right-o.
I’m actually a player hater and have never been, nor will I ever be, attracted to this kind of man (knowingly). But, I write about him not for that reason, but really to demonstrate a point, two actually…
1) People like him are fascinating. The ugly are just as interesting as the beautiful. And in this case, I mean the morally ugly, like Little Piggy. Being that I am in PR, I am probably more fascinated than most about what catches people’s attention. As a marketer, you struggle to do just that. It’s so, so hard, but once you’ve got it, you’re in — for a little while at least. But, back to Little Piggy. He is certainly no poster child for a PR success, BUT he has made a name for himself … and money, too. So, for that reason, it is an interesting study of human behavior.
For some reason, people like him are revered in our society. We live in a “I want to look away but can’t” society where we more often than not gravitate towards the inappropriate or morally suspect. Paris Hilton – example #1. Girls Gone Wild phenomenon, example #2. The fact that more people know more about the little tape “McSteamy” and his wife made, than about the health care debate in Washington, example #3. People like Little Piggy are followed, emulated and even rewarded.They get movie deals (his opened this weekend in NY and LA, stop what you are doing!) and book tours and blogs dedicated to them … and they make money doing the college circuit (!!).
If people did not find his stories so interesting, he would just be another creepy loser trolling the bars, skipping out on tabs, and we’d never know about it. But, he has thousands and thousands (probably millions now, thanks to my blog) of readers and fans (half of whom he swears are women) who follow his every move.
2) Wow, some women are really stupid. Just who are these women anyways? The ones who meet Little Piggy, or worse, seek him out, knowing who he is? Could they be more of a cliche if they tried? In my book, any woman who willingly associates with this douche bag (emphasis on the word willingly, some may not know) is in the same class as those who seek out serial killers in prison. Daddy issues perhaps? Rebellion? These are the ones that Little Piggy refers to as his “Ho-Grab Bag” (awesome).
I found one woman chosen at random from his Web page (yes, I did go on it, but just for research purposes) to prove my point. This one — I’ll call her White Trash Tattoo Girl — actually sought him out on-line and after, well, “spending time” with him, went so far as to broadcast this fact (a la a tattoo!) and in return earned herself — wait for it… yes, the holy grail in the Little Piggy world — a blog on his page all about her (yay!). Let’s see, she’s a bartender (check). Self-admitted “attachment” issues (check). Abandoned by Dad (check, check). I rest my case. Show me a smart, successful woman with confidence and I guarantee you they have not hung out with this loser. His pick up lines (cannot be published here, but begin with “do you want to….”) would lead only to a slap or a dirty look, followed by perhaps a drink in the face, though I doubt he is worth the price of my martini.
The last thing I will touch on here before I move on to my daily dose of celebrity gossip followed by some MSNBC (yes, I am a hypocrite, but admit it openly), is the term “fratire” that has been recently coined due to the writings of Little Piggy and others.
It’s a fascinating term I think, though a bit cutesy, kind of like “chick lit.” According to a blog by Little Piggy himself on the Huffington Post, “fratire” is “men writing about being men in an honest and authentic way.” Sad … but true? Men being men. Hmmn. Ok, so, I guess to be honest and authentic, you have to humiliate and defile women? Drink until you black out? Buy a breathalyzer from Sharper Image to keep track of how drunk you are… and write about it?
What a man.
Read more at: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/tucker-max/pass-the-beer-in-defense-_b_22530.html
Well, here’s some authentic honesty for you Little Piggy. Where you end up, I hope they don’t serve beer, but rather shots o’ STD washed down with a “I didn’t know she was your sister!” chaser.
“Accept one another, then, just as Christ accepted you, in order to bring praise to God.”- Romans 15:7
What is this obsession we have to make others be what we want them to be? Then when they’re not, we toss them aside. Hmmm. God believes in individuality and originality. Please read this excerpt from my upcoming book, Saved, but Lost:
Chapter 2 – Act of Uniformity
It is at times difficult to crawl out of the cages of comfort and inoffensively bland, politically correct participation in this world. This is a special struggle to those who live their entire lives under the regime of grey and neutral colors dictating their every thought pattern and expression of those thought patterns. Although we are created in an array of brilliant, vibrant colors from one end of the spectrum to the furthest point of the other, we are trained to congregate, operate and function somewhere in the middle. To be an individual and to express such behavior has become offensive to others; thus, we are taught to conform, configure and consent to confining ordinariness.
Paul, an Apostle and major contributing writer to the New Testament of the Holy Bible, writes to the newly established Christian church in the Roman Empire. “Do not be conformed to this world (this age), [fashioned after and adapted to its external, superficial customs], but be transformed (changed) by the [entire] renewal of your mind [by its new ideals and its new attitude], so that you may prove [for yourselves] what is the good and acceptable and perfect will of God, even the thing which is good and acceptable and perfect [in His sight for you].” Two hundred centuries prior to my existence Paul admonishes the congregation of a very uniformed and colorless nation of orderlies not to conform to this world of ordinary and common thinking and expression or to its superficial customs. He challenges the small group to be transformed from that militant mentality by renewing their minds with new ideals and new attitudes that are forbidden by tyrants of protocol and tradition. Paul then suggests emphatically that this new freedom of thinking, expression and living is good and acceptable and is even the perfect will of God.
Does God actually condone individualism and thinking outside of the box? If the answer is yes, why then is our society so gung-ho in creating confining conditions enforcing mental dress codes? In answering the first question, I will say yes according to, but not limited to, the following lines of Paul’s letter to the Roman church, “For as in one physical body we have many parts (organs, members) and all of these parts do not have the same function or use, so we, numerous as we are, are one body in Christ (the Messiah) and individually we are parts one of another [mutually dependent on one another]. Having gifts (faculties, talents, qualities) that differ according to the grace given us, let us use them…” This unequivocally proposes that our creation is purposed in the colorful differences of experience and functionality to be able to not only celebrate, but also benefit from each others’ unique qualities and talents.
Copyright 2009
A person may look, act, feel, speak, think, respond, worship, operate differently than you. That’s because you may be the foot and they might be the elbow on the body of Christ. We’re all needed, so accept them and give God praise!
Ok, la votación para elegir al tarado de la semana ha terminado y ya tenemos ganador y es nada más y nada menos que Kanye West, lo cual no es ninguna sorpresa, tomando en cuenta que lo que hizo incluso causó que incluso el presidente Barack Obama se burlara de él. En fin, espero que Kanye le haga honor al título y siga arrebatando micrófonos y destruyendo corazones de adolescentes indefensas.
El resto de la votación quedó como sigue:
Espero que estén de acuerdo con los resultados. Ah y MUCHAS GRACIAS por los votos!.
As the news flies by us at one hundred miles a minute and in our ever shrinking world we struggle to keep up with all we need to know, we really start to see how little control we have. Have you ever been awakened by the flash of lightning and thunderous boom that seemed right above your house and you think for that moment, well, this is it? It’s the kind of moment that makes you realize how fleeting it all really is.
I want that “Little House On The Prairie” life. When no one cared what hollywood was doing or saying. There would have been no time. There were eggs to gather, cows to milk, fences to mend, and fields to plow. Life was hard, but maybe life is supposed to be hard. Idle hands are the devils workshop.
We’ve all looked at old photos and heard it said no one ever looked happy back then. My brother, the photographer, explained the real reason to me. The process and exposure time back then took so long that it was near impossible to hold a smile that long. So to keep the image from becoming blurry, they simply held a straight face. This makes sense to me, but I still think it wasn’t that they weren’t happy, it was just that life was a bit more serious back then. They were busy surviving, news traveled slower, and the only way the Hollywood air-heads would have made a living back then would have been in a brothel, which is what Hollywood actually is.
Have you ever seen more people sell themselves the way they do in Hollywood? These are the role models and idols of today? Most of them lack any moral decency or ethical decorum, let alone any shred of class. The worst part of it all is the fact that they get paid to be in movies when most of them can’t even act. They have one character they play and they shove into every role they get. These are people, that if they were forced into the real world, wouldn’t have enough skills to get a job asking, ” Do you want to super-size your meal today?” We celebrate mediocrity and wait for the train wreck for something to watch. How else do you explain the likes of Lindsey, Brittany, and Paris?
Oprah puts in work and walks around saving kids in South Africa, so aint nobody hating on whatever mutated bunion that that may be. Still if she weren't "The O", no dude would wanna know about that from the first kickin it.
I know that honesty is often hated on, but ladies, let me try to help you understand something from the general male point of view.
When a dude is first meeting and getting to know you, he doesn’t want to know what physical feature(s) of yours may take away from your “fine-ness”.
Quick story to help you understand.
When I take eat breaks at my “office”, I usually cut on the TV to pollute my mind for 15 minutes or so. Although I have the budget busters package (12 channels w/ BET thrown in for free that fuzzes in and out ever 2 minutes), for some reason as of late, MTV has been showing up
Usually this is only cool-like if you show the other two nipples as well. But Lily Allen just wants to highlight her third. I aint hating.
pretty clear. So to kill time while downing a biscuit I watched some of “Parental Control”. (You know the joint where parents choose an alternative date for their child. Then they watch the date w/ that child’s boyfriend/girlfriend. Then that bf/gf says the most disrespectfully staged things that in real life woulda even made Ghandi slap that fool.) In this particular episode, the dude was rolling w/ the first girl his parents chose for him. She was a semi-fine womens sitting on a lil jiggly-puff who seemed like the naive type to fall for the “guess what I hid in my pants” game. Anyway, he asked her to share a unique feature about her or something and then, this genius of a contestant proceeded to describe the extra fingers she had on each hand giving full description about how they used to have nails on them and everything. Although she now had them lil nyeggas chopped off, she still thought it dope to show him the post-operation nublets and laugh harder when he gave his “I’m glad we didn’t eat first” smile.
End of story.
Now ladies, kill your “Piph, you’re being too superficial” hate real quick b/c if you looked over some of the past womens I gave my time to than you’ll see that raw beauty isn’t the only criteria. (If one of ya’ll is reading this, I’m definitely talking bout the other ones.) You see, I know that there are millions of people w/ the squid hand, extra skin flaps, the shark grill, and other junk as a result of us eating the retarded meat for too long. That’s cool and that’s life. I aint tripping. Also, I even personally wrote about how a confident female is appealing. Still…and I repeat, still…in those initial meeting pop-offs, just leave us in the dark about some of your less favorable physical characteristics. You see, it’s not that we don’t care. It’s more so that initially, we really just don’t wanna know. Scratch that. We just don’t NEED to know. Understand, when that dude meets you he’s more than likely not thinking about meeting your parents. Wey get coerced into that later on. As my fam Bo would say, he just wants to make sure you’re cool and cute enough to hold your hand while walking thorugh the mall. He doesn’t want to think about the extra finger that will be gripping his hand too.
So my advice: Be EZ. All them less than flattering characteristics will come out in due time for both sides. And the crazy thing bout love is that we’ll then somehow/someway find them a cute lil distinct feature about you. But when you drop the “my belly button’s located on my hip” off top, you lose us. Trust, you’re killing the magic baby….chill.
Part II (Probably) Coming Soon…
So what? She's a Trekkie.
*I gotta note that this message is excluding the dudes who are just about cutting action. See, when their (whore)mones getta moving, them ninjas don’t care. You could show them your lil Siamese twin sister popping out your back and they’ll just put a hood over her and consider it a menage trois. (It’s a cold world, baby girl…SMH.)
L’attrice americana Lindsay Lohan, 23 anni, sarà consulente artistica per la casa di moda francese Emanuel Ungaro. Il suo compito sarà di rendere il marchio “più cool” e diventare un “mezzo pubblicitario dinamico”, ha affermato l’amministratore delegato di Ungaro, Mounir Moufarrige. Scelta tra una rosa di cinque celebrità, tra cui figuravano anche Madonna e Paris Hilton, la Lohan affiancherà il lavoro della stilista spagnola emergente Estrella Archs. Le due presenteranno la loro prima collezione primavera-estate 2010 il 5 ottobre 2009 a Parigi. Mounir Moufarrige ha sottolineato che la giovane star americana si è guadagnata credibilità, conquistando numerose copertine di riviste di moda, e ha indossato il primo cappotto Ungaro alla giovane età di 13 anni. Mouffarige ha poi ricordato la ragione del licenziamento di Esteban Cortazar, lo stilista britannico-colombiano che aveva collaborato con la casa di moda fino allo scorso luglio: “nelle passate tre stagioni le vendite non sono aumentate . In un momento di crisi non possiamo ancora aspettare quattro o cinque anni”.
Generally, it is impossible to be your own vamp and gain success.
What is a vamp you ask? Glad you did. Vamp is a creation of Roy Williams, uber ad genius and deep thinker of worldwide ideals. A DJ on stage introducing a band with tremendous fervor is a vamp for the band. A talk show host bringing out a guest becomes the guest’s vamp. A ringmaster, despite the keylight soaking him and only him, is merely a vamp for the circus acts. Without a vamp, any talent could go wasted.
Self-vamping generally does not work. It may for a short period, but it fades away. Paris Hilton. Andrew Dice Clay. Mancow Muller. Perhaps “the cow” doesn’t belong, he does have some who will vouch for him, but a vamp need to be exuberant.
Probably due to the lack of immediate accessible media, Washington Irving – writer of short story classics “Legend of Sleepy Hollow” and “Rip Van Winkle” – pulled it off. More than often, Irving wrote under a pseudonym. One such pseudonym was Diedrich Knickerbocker. Diedrich allegedly wrote “A History of New-York.” Washing Irving posted ads in the New York Times saying this famous historian was missing and had left without paying his hotel bill. If he could not be found or did not return, a manuscript he “left” would be published in order to pay the bill.
This went so far some New York political officials considered putting up a reward for Knickerbocker’s return. The public followed the story with interest. Once the manuscript was published, enough vamping had been done by Irving the book sold very well. To continue this truer-than-life tale, from that point on any New Yorker following this same pattern was referred to as a “Knickerbocker.” Now you just found out where the New York Knicks got their name.
Washington Irving did a lot for early American writers. He fought for writer’s publishing rights, including being one of the first, if not the first, to get a percentage of royalties for a published work, negotiating a 12% commission for all of his revised editions sold at retail price.
A fearless self-promoter, he was not noted as being the most talented writer of his time. His contemporaries such as Dickens and Poe outshone him in talent, but not in influence. Poe sought out Irving for advice regarding garnishing publicity (later to call Irving “overrated”). Dickens credited Irving with aspects of the celebration of Christmas and parts of his “A Christmas Carol” (Irving has been acknowledged by some as having created the love for St. Nicholas). He was the first to be noted calling New York City “Gotham” (Anglo-Saxon for goats town).
Trying to find a way to finish this note. Perhaps the best way is to say Washington Irving came along at the right time for him. If he had been born in current times, he may have been exposed as somewhat fraudulent.
Most of this came from knowledge gleaned from my own past. However, I must give Wikipedia credit for adding in the missing pieces to my Irving puzzle.
Después de darle muchas vueltas al tema de las etiquetas en los posts he decidido hacer un experimento 100% medible para saber qué tanto tráfico pueden generar éstas en un sitio.
Para empezar voy a taggear este texto con todas las etiquetas que a mi parecer son de las más buscadas en la web. Si, Megan Fox naked, la muerte de Mickael Jackson y 2 girls one cup están en la lista. Pero esto puede llegar a ser un trabajo interminable, así que los invito a que en los comments pongan todas las etiquetas que se les ocurran. Todo lo que sea comentado setá etiquetado indiscriminadamente (voy a tratar de no juzgar a nadie por sus comentarios, ja). A lo largo de toda esta semana iré revisando las estadísiticas de cómo es que la gente llega a este sitio y así veremos si realmente tiene o no que ver con las etiquetas en vez del contenido.
Para que este experimento no termine sólo en una estadística, con todas las categorías obtenidas y los resultados arrojados, haré un ejercicio de diseño tipográfico con el análisis de los datos. Algo así como una nube de categorías como la que pueden ver en el sidebar del blog pero con un poquito más de dirección de arte. Esto será posteado la próxima semana junto con los resultados estadísticos.
Bienvenidos los comentarios pa que este experimento cobre vida y a darle!
Uma frase clássica da “bonequinha de luxo dos anos 2000″, Paris Hilton, estará na sétima edição do Dicionário de Frases de Oxford, que contém frases de pensadores, estudiosos e outras pessoas importantes do mundo intelctual. Pessoas como Confúcio, Barack Obama e Stephen Hawking.
O livro já tem 65 anos e mais de 20 mil citações.
A frase de Paris que estará no livro é: “Vista-se toda bonita aonde quer que vá, a vida é muito curta para passar despercebida”.
Não sei se cabe ter um tipo de frase dessa ao lado de pensadores de tão alto nível intelectual, mas que ela está certa, está. Sempre digo: se for sair de casa, nem que seja para ir a padaria, o mínimo que deve fazer é se arrumar um pouco, pois nunca sabemos quem podemos encontrar e o mundo já tem gente feia e desleixada demais, rs!
Paris é notícia em tudo o que faz, não adianta…
Que tal de bônus, o cd da loira, que é bem legal (e com faixas novas)? Cliquem abaixo para fazer o download:
“Hey to all my Perezcious readers, it’s me, Perez Hilton on Procrastibate! I totally rocked a Gaga-tacular and faboosh look last night at the VMAs. I totally don’t know how I didn’t make it on the broadcast at all. Next Year Maybe!! Gaga was so rad, huh? She’s like the martyr of pop culture, right? That fake blood and those outfits were so feirce!! I could totally have sex with a small asian man just thinking about it. Come to think of it, I’d much rather sit on R-Patz’s vampire brow and call K-Stew a whore. Every girl is a whore! Especially if you’re with one of my favorite boys (Zac Efron!!!!)!! JK. You know I love you Paris and Gaga. Promise to keep me relevant?
Those yellow duck boots are so rockin’ right? And a real man wears pink. I topped it off with something crazy. I used my curtains and made a blazer. Gaga would be so proud. My hair is my favorite, though. God!!! I look like a Jewish Apple-D. Wait, I hate the Black-Eyed Peas. They gave me a black eye. Oh, and Fergie is a man!! Much more than I am anyway. Well, ttyl bbs. You can find me at Coco Perez. It’s my new site where i feign any understanding of the world of fashion.”
It has been awhile since I posted and I apologize to my reader for that. Frankly I went blank. Nothing was amusing me and I did not feel like ranting about my bizarre rituals or idiosyncrasies for the next post. I had almost given up when I saw something quite beautiful. I saw a redneck on the side of the road with his Chihuahua. I say beautiful because each of these creatures fit every possible stereotype spoken of their type. The redneck had a mullet and was wearing a bright yellow t-shirt that fit everywhere but the gut, and coupled it with an offensively orange mesh hat. He had on camo cut off shorts, highway patrol sunglasses, and a fanny pack. He honestly was just missing a beer in his hand. He was perfection. Then next to him was his pristine little chihuahua. This little, fragile creature was white with a black dog collar on and looked like he rarely touched the ground.
This sight made me smile. It made me think that maybe this is a sign of better times on the horizon. Perhaps this redneck and chihuahua were showing me that we can all live harmoniously together. If rednecks and Chihuahuas can co-exist together, then certainly the rest of us can.
I pictured him carrying that chihuahua around in his fanny pack calling all of his peeps on his Nextel to come to his shin-dig. It was all very Paris Hilton except with less crotch shots, more ass crack and an inordinate amount of body hair. The man might have been wearing a sweater under his t-shirt.
My point is this. It was really, really hilarious and I wish that I would have taken a picture. My other point is that he reminded me that we, as stereotypes, as a nation, as a species and as individuals, are never so easily defined. This man and his chihuahua reminded me that people can continue to surprise you, and not always in the icky sort of way. They were a reminder to take a minute before you judge, or they were giving me fair warning of the Apocalypse. Either way, it made my day.
Paris Hilton has found a place in the Oxford Dictionary of Quotations.
The socialite’s remark, “Dress cute wherever you go, life is too short to blend in,” has been included in the updated edition of the dictionary, reports the Sun.
The 28-year-old hotel heiress, infamous for being a party animal, has been listed alongside Winston Churchill and Oscar Wilde.
The new 30-pound edition of the Oxford Dictionary of Quotations has 20,000 new entries including words of wisdom and wit by President Obama, scientist Stephen Hawking and late jazzman Humphrey Lyttelton.
I mitt förra inlägg efterlyste jag ngt som jag kan snöa in på..
Nu har jag fått det..
Cattis skrev: “Skriv om vart du vill, drömmar. Vad är det absolut bästa som kan hända dig? Snöa gärna in på hur man kan göra sitt liv så bra som möjligt”.
Då ska vi se..
Ja, jag kan ju börja med att säga att jag vill resa mycket, se så mycket jag kan, ta till vara på dagarna istället för att bara lalla runt och hoppas på det bästa..
Varför ska man hoppas på det bästa, när man kan ge sig själv det?
Jag vill dessutom att mitt liv ska ha en mening, göra saker jag vill, inte behöva bry mig om vad andra tycker och att försöka göra det bästa av tiden på jorden.
En av mina drömmar är att få bli pappa, att få vara med och skapa något jag kan lämna efter mig då jag dör..
Att få se det lilla man skapat, växa, bli större, ha tankar, en egen vilja, funderingar, värderingar och ett liv jag själv aldrig hade..
Drömmar, ja.. vad ska man säga.. Drömmar är egentligen fel ord.. För drömmar kan man ha, men det man vill, det förverkligar man!
På ett eller annat sätt..
Det absolut bästa som kan hända mig är att jag får två barn, en dotter och en son, (har redan namnet klara), att få vara en förebild och en person som utstrålar så mycket lycka och kärlek till mina barn att dom inte ska få en dag utan att jag säger hur mycket jag älskar dem..
Att få resa, Tikkal, Egypten, Kina, Australien, USA, båtluffa i Grekland, tågluffa i Asien.. Oj, jag har så mycket jag vill se.. Jamaica, Cuba, Mexico..
Och vet ni? ALLT det SKA jag göra med..
Vidare så känner jag att jag vill ha en karriär, men inte en karriär i jobbet enbart, utan ett jobb jag själv vill ha, ett jag trivs med och kan få utvecklas genom.. Helst ska jag ha något eget tänkte jag.. Har två-tre affärsidéer jag ska sätta i sjön tänkte jag..
Men karriär för mig är inte bara ett bra jobb och bra titel, utan även en stabil ekonomi, en trygg tillvaro, inga lögner, inte medvetet såra den, eller de, man älskar, inte förstöra, vara paranoid, våga öppna sig, ta till sig och njuta av dagarna man har med de man älskar..
Karriär är för mig en familj..
Det är väl ett bevis om något, att man lyckats?
Börja idag, vem vet, i morgon kan det vara för sent..
Hur ska man då göra för att göra sitt liv så bra som möjligt?
Ja jag har alltid tyckt att man ska omge sig med människor som GER energi, istället för att ta energi. Omge sig med personer som man VERKLIGEN, VERKLIGEN tycker om och litar på.. Jag tror inte man har mer än 2-3 riktiga vänner genom livet, resten är polare, kompisar och bekanta.. Mer orkar du inte lägga energi på.. Men dessa 2-3 st personer är de du kan prata med om allt.. Vare sig det är en kille, en tjej eller en hund, mormor, pappa, mamma, syskon, lärare eller vem du nu tyr dig till..
Se sedan till att alltid lita på människor, tills de bevisar motsatsen..
Om man börjar med misstro och anklagelser så kommer det ALDRIG bli bra mellan dig och din partner (eller vem det nu är vi talar om)..
Bjud på dig själv, och bjud på ditt liv..
Va inte rädd att ta för dig, våga bryta vanor och våga göra det du vill..
Flytta, byt jobb, byt partner, skaffa en hobby, ja gör vad som krävs för att just DU ska bli lycklig..
Inse även att allt inte är en jakt på kickar och toppar.. Livet består av dalar och motgångar med.. Det gäller bara att tackla dem på rätt sätt..
Skaffa ett jobb som betyder något, ett jobb du ser fram emot att gå till, (inte för att slippa ditt liv hemma, utan för att du vill till jobbet)..
Det pratas mycket om att man inte ska vara egoistisk, jag säger; “FUCK THAT”!
För att överleva ska man vara egoistisk, på ett SMART sätt..
Du ska främst se till att DU är lycklig, att DU mår bra.. För först DÅ kan man uppskatta andra, hjälpa andra och älska andra.. Vet det är lite klyschigt, men så är det..
Ok, ska ja dra mitt dröm scenario för mitt liv?
Fru, 1-2 barn, hus, bil, hund, sommarställe, MÅNGA resor, bra jobb, stabil tillvaro, ingen misstro, njutning, grå dagar, bo i Sverige men HELST utomlands (iaf då jag blir äldre), mat på bordet, någon att sakna och älska, någon att dela allt med utan att bli dömd..
Korta drag och det viktigaste..
(Nej, jag är inte prylbög när det gäller livets saker, bara saker i livet)
Lär dig laga mat, gå en yogakurs, starta en hemsida, byt mjölk, köp lätt margarin ist för vanliga, bygg ett bord, ta en vandring i skogen, träna dina hundar, bygg en snögubbe..
Gör VAD SOM HELST för att förgylla din egen dag, så att du kan smitta av din lycka på andra..
MEN, lär dig att du kommer få motgångar, gå in i väggen, känna som om det är dags att ge upp.. Men gör inte det.. Inte förän du testat en annan vinkel på problemet och en till och en till..
Du får tala med vänner, RIKTIGA vänner, berätta, belysa och framför allt berätta.. Ja, BERÄTTA skrev jag nu 3 ggr, för det är viktigt..
Så länge du själv håller dina problem inom dig, kommer du heller aldrig att våga ta tag i något..
Tog mig 27½ år att inse att jag behövde prata med någon..
Hmm, vet inte om ni blev klokare, arga, buttra, glada, sura, lyckliga eller bara skrattar åt mig för jag är sååå “patetisk”..
Vilket som, jag bryr mig eg. inte..
Mina tankar, mina gärningar, mina ord..
Kommentera gärna, rätta mig i om du tycker jag har fel, men var beredd på att få tillbaka vad jag tycker med.. Ps. skriv inte något utan att skriva ditt namn, det är SÅÅÅ patetiskt, jag står ju för vad jag skriver, gör inte du? ds.
I can’t understand why Doug Reinhardt is back with Paris Hilton. But he is. The couple attended the premiere of Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans at the Venice film festival. Because Paris really believes that her Paris, Not France documentary film, is art about her life, so she’s appearing at all the film festivals to plug it.
I haven’t seen the film yet and I will. But already I know what its going to be like.
It will go like this. “I was born so rich. But I wanted to work for my own money. So I started speaking in a minnie mouse Marilyn Monroe voice, because that’s what the people wanted. But that’s not the real Paris. It’s just a construct. The real Paris is like Princess Diana.”
I’m kidding! But having seen the movie trailer of this doco…. that’s kinda what Paris Hilton said was the draw to her film.
And seriously, why is Doug Reinhardt back with Paris Hilton? Oh, right! [Image via: Splash News]
I challenge you to watch more than a solid minute of this clip. IT’S NOT POSSIBLE to be more bored with a sitcom. Do you know what’s duller than watching a baby all day? Watching someone else watching a baby in the guise of entertainment. Now, I am one of those people who finds a great deal of comfort in sitcoms (the cheesier the better, let’s go), in the structure, the laugh track, the wacky neighbors, the tired plot lines. But I cannot stomach a sitcom that’s “phoning it in”, especially when there are some really brilliant shows out there that don’t get half a break. They canceled Samantha Who? after two seasons but this crime-against-sitcom-nature lasted for SIX WHOLE YEARS. Compare the two for yourself. (Clip with the dude from Boston Common and a baby or BILLY ZANE? This isn’t even a choice really)
4. Access Hollywood (1996-Present)
There’s a very solid chance that Access Hollywood will outlive me. Do you find that as depressing as I do? I understand that we, as a culture, simply can’t help ourselves when it comes to tabloid-mania and How Sad is Jen Now and PREGNANT CELEBRITIES OMG WE LOVE THEM. But at least when I read US Weekly at the supermarket, I don’t have Billy Bush’s voice yapping in my ear. (He has a radio show too, I just discovered. Who the hell is listening to that on their commute to work every day? I hope whoever he is, he doesn’t have a shotgun in the backseat). It’s all about my hatred of Billy Bush really. TiVo knows better by now, needless to say, if my yelping and constant stream of, “No no no no no no no no” when it tries to tape an episode is any indication. I’m going to put this in the simplest terms imaginable: I would rather get a gyno exam in Time Square at eight in the morning than watch Billy Bush and Teri Hatcher go shopping for bras.
3. Jon & Kate Plus 8 (2007-Present?)
I used to really enjoy Jon and Kate, back when it wasn’t completely embarrassing to declare your love for hard-ass Kate and her tyrannical ways and the way Jon just sat there like a defeated lump. Six back-to-back episodes of their eight kids roaming around the yard was solid entertainment to me on a Sunday afternoon (those kids are precious, come on). And then the SCANDAL. Which is one thing but the pair of them have suddenly morphed from decent people who stumbled into a reality show to Reality Show People who would do anything to keep their names in lights for one more week, at the expense of eight adorable nuggets. It’s nauseating. I won’t even dignify this space with a clip, that’s how disgusted I am.
2. Newhart (1982-1990)
I admit this is a bit of a jump, from reality show toads to a person who many people regard as a national treasure. And while I enjoy Elf as much as the next person, I just- I don’t get Bob Newhart. I don’t find him amusing at all. His show is kind of the equivalent of when I was a kid and we’d be driving home at night and Magic 106.7 was playing and the DJ (David Allen Bouche) had one of those voices that was supposed to be soothing but really he would stretch out the pauses to OBSCENE lengths so that every sentence took forever and it felt like any second now, someone would leap into the backseat and shove bamboo shoots up my fingernails just so I would have something else to think about. That’s what watching him on television is like for me.
1. Paris is My New BFF (2008-2009)
There will come a time, mark my words, when ALL OF US, all of us in America, will have That Moment- That Moment where we say, as a nation, that we cannot cannot CANNOT watch MTV ever ever ever again. No, not even when the Video Music Awards are on, no no no. Something will come along that is so plainly abominable that not even the value of a True Life marathon can wipe away the stench of putrid television filth.
For me, that moment came when someone at MTV said, “Let’s give Paris Hilton a TV show.” She pouts, she poses, she tortures America. And I’m just saying No.
It looks like Paris Hilton and Doug Reinhardt may definitely be back together. The on-again, off-again couple were seen partying in Las Vegas over the weekend.
The couple partied at Wasted Space at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino for the Maxim’s Hometown Hotties event on Saturday night.
Paris was seen on Sunday, eating at restaurant Rare 120. She was later seen partying at Body English, also at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino.
