Random Thoughts I've Been Having

Taking a break from the soap opera that is my life (as my friend Tera is fond of calling it) I thought I'd share a few of my recent random thoughts.

• I have decided that is my life's ambition to be wealthy enough to be able to afford to decorate my ENTIRE house in items you would find in a Pottery Barn magazine. They have really nice shit that looks expensive and yet not so pricey that if you sit on it, eat on it, or touch it it's going to break.
• I got my recent copy of Lucky magazine (a fashion mag for those not in the loop) and while I was flipping through the projected fall trends I found myself making facial expressions of disgust at many of the items. Sweaters, pants, boots (what is up with the wedges!?), hand bags and makeup ideas that were anything but good looking. Is there any place in the world that people actually dress that way on a regular basis? New York or LA, maybe? UGH!
• Love bugs suck! They do awful things to the paint on your car. Have the tendency to cling to your clothes thus finding their way into the office/house. Annoying.
• A girl our office just hired is something of a hardcore kinda chick. She is covered in tattoos and piercings and proudly proclaims her preference for black men rather than white. She's one of those girls that is white as snow yet would probably give anything to be black as night. (don't get me wrong -she's nice and has done quite well with her position) We were talking the other day about where I grew up and how moving to Florida was quite an eye opening experience. I told her about 3 traffic light towns, country music, and Amish buggies. She told me I was sheltered. I assured her that there were things I had seen in life that she never would. She was quick to "boast" that she had been much more exposed to life than I had - as if it's a competition. I asked her if she'd ever seen an Amish buggy. Had she ever watched the birthing of a farm animal? Does she know what it's like to go to a high school where you know EVERYONE in all GRADES? She answered no to all the questions. And yet, I'm the sheltered one? Why is it assumed that the more bad things you see in life the more exposed you are? Why can't good experiences ever be considered? Of course, I didn't even start on the whole "my biological father is in prison" line of my life. It's easier to let her think I'm all sugar and no spice.