A Penny For Your Soul

You know what I love most about the holidays? The bitter, angry, lonely souls that tell me such sweet white lies. Howdy y'all. I love you too. xoxo :)
Some people still don't get the point of the blog. Let it go already they say. Meanwhile their personal lives are even juicier than the steamiest trash novel. Maybe you think you understand my words because you actually interact with me on a daily basis and one line hits home with you. Maybe you are a genie in a bottle or maybe, just maybe you have absolutely no clue what I'm talking about, but just like the latest Us Weekly or People magazine at the checkout counter you suddenly think you are best friends with me and find the need to talk behind my back. Unless your name is V you don't have a clue who I am or for that matter what my words really mean.
I wish the secret haters of my new love would have the guts to say their dirty thoughts to my face. Those who don't get me or choose to continue to live in a bubble world should mind their business. You would be amazed at all the juicy gossip I secretly know about your lives and whether or not any of it is true doesn't matter, but it sure does make for great dinner conversations.
Maybe this is the life you dreamed about and I wish you the best, really I do. But, not everyone is built the same. We all have different goals and desires to achieve in life. Maybe you want to get your last kicks off my public bashing of private people. Fine with me. The more the merrier.
By the way, your ignorant words don't hurt me. That was your intention wasn't it? To spit matter of fact statements and bits of juicy gossip from the janitorial closet at me because you thought it would embarrass me.
Welcome to my world bitches....If you have something to say try getting up off the couch and turning off Jersey Shore and write. See how many people will praise your two cents.
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With Love,
Kate