difference.

i die.

flirty.

the flirty floridian is up and running!

as promised, my new beauty blog is slowly taking shape. sure i only have 2 posts right now but in my head it's already a huge success. cross your fingers that soon it will be that way in real life too!

for those of you that are here for my sarcasm and wit, please rest assured that i am going to try harder to maintain this fabulous blog as well.

busy busy busy!

beauty.

so it has come to my attention lately that perhaps i should beauty blog. and i know what you're thinking... how will vanita manage 2 blogs when she can't even update the one she's got. well, the thing is... i've been a little busy. and i mean, i travel. and i have a job. and i do tweet, you know.

lots of excuses. not enough effort. so, that's it. i'm going to start an additional blog. you can visit me there for reviews on skincare and beauty. and although i most likely will not post tutorials on how to do a smokey eye - you can definitely come to me to find out what products to use to achieve that smokey eye. etcetera etcetera.

now all i need to do is come up with a name.

stay tuned my pretties.

lemmings.

omg omg omg! 3 followers!

yes, i realize this is more of a tweet than a blog entry.

ps - thanks kathy :)

morewillie.

do you know anyone that is super creative? not a kook... but geniunely creative. i have this friend who is so funny and so creative i feel like i need to advertise him. the only thing he does that is probably not cool is that sometimes he goes to get cupcakes without telling you and then he eats them all and tweets about it. but he also likes john mayer and pita pit so i guess he is not so bad.

his name is willie morris. that's his real name. i swear. and he's like the 3rd or 4th willie. crazy.

anyway you should check out how clever he is at www.morewillie.com

you want him to write you an article? done. you want him to spiff up your website? done. you want him to play photographer? done. and here is a little proof... look at wonderful pictures he took of me! i mean come on!

follower.

so i finally logged into my blog today after a short absence. well, a long absence with one random visit... and i see that i have a follower! weee! this is all wonderful and exciting. i have one follower! one. so i decide to publish on my page, my list of followers. well, follower. and when i go to refresh the page... nada. my one lemming doesn't even appear on the page! how sad is that?

maybe i need a blog challenge in order to garner more support. more lemmings. like julie and julia. except i don't want to cook all the crap in that old bat's book. i could blog about my travels. or about my dates. well, lack of dates.

someone give me an idea. follower? maybe you can help!

gay.

why is it that so many straight guys think that there are so many things in life that will make them gay?

you're either gay. or you're not. you don't "turn gay" by holding a girl's purse, by sending flowers, or by watching a romantic comedy WITH a girl. let me now paint you a few pictures here...

scenario 1: purses. a guy and a girl are out on a dinner date. he looks handsome. she looks beautiful. do you want to know why? because each person took the time to put together a look. as a girl, i pick out my outfit and shoes... jewelry and purse. i spend time with my hair and makeup. i pick out a nice body cream and a pretty perfume. do you see what's happening here? i put in time to get ready. i picked out that purse because i want to be seen with it. if we are out and i ask you to hold my purse, there's a bloody reason. i don't want you to keep it all night. it's my goddamn purse. and why would someone think you are gay for holding my purse? do you really think they are thinking "i cant believe he brought his purse out with him"? if that is, in fact, what you think... you're a dumbass.

oh and if you still think it's gay to hold my purse on the off chance i even ask for your help in doing so... you can think again before you ask me to hold your wallet, keys, or phone.

scenario 2: flowers. do you know how magical flowers can be for you? do you know that flowers can fix almost anything? that's right, anything. all the stupid shit you do to piss a girl off... flowers can fix it. except for kicking her dog. that's not fixable.

who's going to think you're gay when you send a girl flowers and 900 people in her office are standing around saying "aww, you're so lucky!" ?? you know who? the one guy in the office that doesn't have a girl. and there is a reason for that.

and fyi - flowers does not mean roses. flowers can be anything. roses, tulips, snapdragons, daisies, hyacinth, sunflowers, peonies. it can be 1. it can be 100. it doesn't matter.

scenario 3: romantic comedies. perhaps you're walking the aisles of blockbuster. or perhaps you are at the movies. who in their right mind is going to think you picked a romantic comedy? of course the girl you are with is choosing to see that type of movie. do you understand that concept? you are with a female. how does that make you gay?!

sigh. guys are so gay.

scholarship.

so i have recently been playing with the idea of possibly going to grad school. but, of course, i cannot decide (for the life of me) if i want to return for an mba, a masters in journalism, or even for physical therapy. all over the board, i know. it's just that, well, i just don't know what i want to do. i mean, i do. but i don't know how to get to that sooo i figure i'll just pick something else.

anyway, did you know you can get a scholarship for blogging?? like up to 5 grand i think! that's insane. i mean, sure, i'd have to blog a LOT more often to make it look like i actually am a blogger. and, sure, i'd have to actually write about something that people want to read about. so now all i need to do is rework this entire blog and start retro blogging to make up for all the lost time!

but what would i blog about? lip gloss? or maybe perfume? i've also always wanted to be a food critic. maybe i can write about food? or how about bad dates. i would be great at that! or how about my lack of ability to even go on dates. ooh, now i'm on to something...

if only i was more like that damn tucker max.

darwin.

is it just natural selection if i haven't been on a real date in forever?

letters.

have you ever had the treat of receiving a love letter? not a note passed in class, but a real letter. with a stamp. i once dated a boy who had a real talent for writing true love letters. although i like to think i was the genuine inspiration. and i say boy only because we were 19-20 years old.

after recent chats with girlfriends about movies and stories where men love the woman in their lives so intensely, my girlies decided that this was just something that happened in dreams and on the big screen. and i disagreed. that boy i mentioned earlier... he is that type of man, the one that will love the woman in his life more than that said life itself. so i recently felt the urge to torture myself and go through an old box of letters. although i knew exactly which letters i was searching for, each one (and i have dozens) was like i was reading it for the first time.

i wont name names, just in case he was to stumble across this silly blog but in case he does, i will say that he is a beautiful writer. i hope every girl receives letters like the ones i have received from him, read so many times, and saved for times like this.