Leaking Privacy

Dear Friends,

I do not want to know when you are in the bathroom. If you are waiting online at Wendy's. Or if you are still driving and texting but just almost had an accident.

It is funny how so many people will argue to not have their internet activity recorded or cataloged but they give in to the intrusion of Facebook. Log into an app, pinpoint your exact location, Facebook is now giving you the option to track your every move in life and giddily most people download the new feature and give in.

I have nothing to hide. There is nothing I am fearful of people finding but there is a reason why I have doors on rooms in my home and curtains on my windows. There is something called privacy.
You request it when you go to the bathroom.

Or when someone who does not know you asks a very personal question.

Privacy is something that does not mean you are doing something shady. It means that there are things in your life you do not feel is the world's business.

The people who give in so easily without so much of an afterthought are the kinds of people who begin arguments with, "you don't know me".

Should you find yourself engaged with one of these people you can safely say, "No hunny! I DO KNOW YOU, I know where you were last night, what time you went to sleep, where you ate last week and the last time you were late!

Why is the world full of idiots? Aren't we full yet?

Decisions, Decisions, Decisions...

Have you ever looked back on your life and wondered to youself: What have I done?

Have you? If even just for a minute?

Have you ever realized that a series of decisions are what have brought you to the place in life you are today, and no matter how good they were at the time, the long time goal was never recognized and cultivated. The astronaut you always hoped you'd be crashed and burned because in reality the Space Program wasn't looking for a Starbuck's barista.

Where you been, can't get you where you want to go.

I have had a life in construction, fast and easy money with the generally rude and crude who will pay $25/hr to sit there and take them yelling and smoking in my face without complaining. Then I thought the NYPD was where my heart was, but it really wasn't. I could kick myself in the ass sometimes for not humbling myself to conform to one of two of the industries but at the same time, I know me better than anyone. It would have lasted just that much longer before eventually my inner pysche argued with me about my self-worth.

I need my own. My own company, my own start. My own something in this world to get me independent by 40, because at 35 and unemployed it is really getting hard to breathe. I have reached a conundrum of following a life that will at least get me employed, or one that will build my path. YES! I am still young enough to build!

Life is not over. It is just beginning.

Dear Kimmy K: Why Do I Hate Thee? Let Me Count The Ways...

There is something to be said about people who are highly impulsive and have total disregard for consequence. before the ink had time to dry on the pre-nup Kimmy K decides that marriage is just not for her.

Now - we are all allowed the opportunity as Americans  to make our own choices, but see in the case of Kim Kardashian who makes money on allowing people to view her train wreck of a life as it happens she is willing to be paid for criticism. She wants you to love her or hate her, because either way she is in the spotlight and can find a way to be paid for it.

She pretended to be "normal" and "moralistic' in the hopes of finding someone decent to attach her name to. Like a vampire sucking the wholesome goodness out of them in an effort to revamp her own trampy image. See if she married a nice guy, and played the victim, then maybe, just maybe the world would see her as a nice girl and not the materialistic, dead fish in bed amateur porno star who poses naked for photo shoots and wants to cry because the pictures are published. She has gone around in every high end amenity possible and insisted that she is really just looking for love and just a good person.

When you make a mockery of something like marriage, you deserve the consequences you get. See when you are in love with someone, the world stops. You take their last name, because if you are truly in love the "impulsive" factor comes in, and you don't think about your brand. Or DO think about your brand and use it for what it is, a stage name. Why would Kris want to be with a "brand" when he desperately tried to marry the girl?

Your donations to charity? Really? Unless it is KIMMY"S WANTS AND NEEDS .ORG I highly doubt you have given to charity. YOU PUBLICIZE EVERYTHING YOU DO - so what about donating to charity makes you suddenly want to be quiet and sacred?

Of all the pictures you have taken the one of you full of shit, should be the one plastered on newspapers worldwide. You will be a lonely miserable little girl Ms. Kardashian until the day you grow up and decide to be a woman.