You know how the plucky heroine always seems gets herself into some cringe-worthy jam and then she has to comeclean and get a bit embarrassed but it doesn't even matter because everyone always ends up liking her more for her honesty?
Why is it never like that in real life? How come dumb Baby can tell hot Patrick Swazye she "carried a watermelon" and STILL end up with the guy and everyone rooting for her? How come the Shopoholic can fully plan and pay for two lavish weddings in separate countries and then is just given a playful shove when she admits to her financier fiance that she just wasted like$50,000 and 100 of hours of time planning impractical weddings?
Real Diasters are never that cute and are never resolved tidily. Real disasters involve PAIN, HUMILIATION, and LIFE-THREATENING EMBARASSMENT.
Real disasters involve missteps and drunken decisions and flared tempers and, sometimes, sometimes, if you are really and truly unlucky in love and life, sometimes they involve five-day old pizza and maxi pads....
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So I've been around, you know. This isn't the first time, I've, you know, BLOGGED. Now don't go getting embarassed. I'm sure this will work out fine. Can I get you a drink? The first few times are always a bit awkward. But I'm here. No judgements. God knows, what you could be thinking about me. So let's not go there. Let's just enjoy this time together. Pretend there were no BLOGS before you. This is really the only time that counts....
Always ready to rawk.....
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