Sometimes, you've just gotta say, "Fuck it."

I apologize for being so crass, but seriously, guys.  It took me 28 long years, but sometimes you've just gotta say, "fuck it."  I mean, this can apply to most anything, but as a Cancer, I'm a total drama queen.  (99.9% of you are saying to yourselves, "Um, YES" right now.  It's cool.)  There have been several situations recently where I could have gotten all crazy and emotional, but instead, I just shrug and move on.  Trust me - I can still be crazy at times.  I can still talk 100 miles a minute and complain and yell and whatever.  But sometimes...sometimes...

I can't get into specifics here, because I really have no idea who reads this crap anymore.  But there have been a few times recently where I have been accused of something that I KNOW I either didn't do, or wasn't a big deal.  So instead of being crazy and getting all passive aggressive and silent treatment-y, I just moved on.  I've got big plans, kids.  No time to worry about people's petty bullshit.

It's time to think about me.  I'm not going to say I always put other people first or I deserve some sort of humanitarian award, but for real, the older I get, the more I realize that I'm a pretty nice person.  I do nice things for people.  I choose who I want in my life, and I treat them well.  Am I wrong?  Nope.  And that's awesome - My mother taught me from a young age to be nice to people.  It's rare, and it's a quality that a lot of people out here in LA could really benefit from.  But I'm over it.  I'll always be nice, but it's time to think about my needs, as an almost 30 year old woman.  I've always believed that if I'm nice to people, they'll be nice in return.  But that is not always the case.  Sadly, it's OFTEN not the case.

So, time to do me, kids.  I like my job.  I love my friends, both from Buffalo and LA.  I've met some crazy awesome people out here, who I hope will be in my life for years to come.  I miss my friends from Buffalo, and I want them all to move here immediately so that my life can be complete.  In the meantime, I'm going to do what I want to do, when I want to do it.  You don't like that?  Shrug.  Fuck it.

Celebrity sightings of the Week:


1.)  Steve Carell:  I mean, just shut up.  Shut.  Up.  You all heard the story.  Ok.

  He's alarmingly skinny now.  Almost gross.  I hope it's a Christian Bale situation.

2.) Zac Efron:  I didn't tell you guys about this one.  I've seen him before, but just outside.  He actually came in this time.  Whatevs.  (JAAA-DED.)  I let my coworker serve him, because I'm over him.  (Though I did sort of collapse behind the espresso machine when he came in.  Sorry.  I'd rob that cradle every day of the week.  Twice on Sundays.)

    I had to restrain myself, but it's cool.  I'm too jaded to fawn over you now.

3.)  Kevin Dunn: (most recently known from Transformers):  I knew this guy when he came in, but it took me an entire day to figure out who he was.  We now call him "Transformers Dad."  He's been in the last 3 days in a row.

                           You know him, guys.  He's been in tons of stuff.

4.) Felicity Huffman and William H. Macy: (If I have to tell you who these two are, just get out of my life right now):  You heard this one too.  They were SO fucking nice, it should be a crime.  Ugh.  Bill Macy is basically one of my heroes, and I've loved Felicity since Transamerica.  (Ok, since Desperate Housewives, but I really loved that movie and thought she deserved the Oscar.)

            I collapsed, guys.  Most beautiful, nicest, best people EVER.


**PS - I totally forgot to tell you guys.  My boss' son, Nick?  The one who made it to the finals of the National Barista Competition?  He got 2nd.  To a guy in Hawaii.  So, basically, I work at a coffee shop that makes the best lattes in the continental United States.  Pretty fucking cool, right?