Day 15- put your iPod on shuffle... the first ten songs.
1-Firework- Katy Perry
2-Where are you Going- DMB
3-My Immortal- Evanescence
4-Daughters- John Mayer
5-Love Song- 311
6-Chasing Cars- Snow Patrol
7-Rolling in the Deep- Adele
8-Do Your Feet Hurt- MxPx
9-Low- Flo Rida
10-On the Floor- Jennifer Lopez
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Day 14
Day 14- a picture of you with your family.
Here's a picture of my dads side of the family. This was taken at my cousin Anthony's wedding. As many of you know I come from a big, traditional, Italian family. We're kind of like the family in "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" only we're Italian instead of Greek. What you're looking at in this picture is "Colelli shot time" I love Virginia Beach but I miss my family back home more then they'll ever know.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Day 13
Day 13: A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.
Confession... I've been avoiding this blog post for a really long time. What I'm going to write about is embarrassing, but, I said in the beginning that I was going to put it all out there. No matter what, here it goes. Disclaimer, this blog while I haven't "officially" started it yet, will most likely contain some foul language. Just an FYI, if that kind of thing bothers you, you might want to skip this one.
To the two bitches at Matts work holiday party,
I'm going to start by saying "I'm sorry." I'm sorry that your lives are so sad and pathetic that you felt the need to belittle me in order to make yourselves feel better. I will say that it was a well played move to be so unbelievably inappropriate in a setting where the both of you knew I couldn't "properly" defend myself against your hurtful words. Most of all though I'm sorry that I let it bother me as much as it did. I realize now that girls like you have to treat people like me the way you do in order to make the horribleness of your situations bearable.
You say i'm "fat" and "look pregnant," well, those things are fixable. I can lose weight, get skinny but you'll still be miserable, dealing with the same shitty situations no matter what I look like. I feel sorry for you. At least my worst qualities are fixable. In most situations if you're a miserable bitch you're probably going to be that way for life. And it's no wonder you two are joined at the hip as misery truly does love company.
In addition to the apology in the beginning of this letter I also want to thank you. Thank you for proving what I knew from the second I met the both of you... I pride myself in being an excellent judge of character and this situation solidified that fact. Thank you also for showing me how far I've come. Thank you for showing me that my marriage is a bond that will never be broken. That my husband truly is my best friend, and even now as I write this I know that even though he is halfway across the world right now he is thinking of me, and missing me.
In conclusion, please know that when the two of you are together talking behind my back it only means that not only am I so many steps ahead of you, I am also in the perfect position for you to kiss my fat, pregnant looking ass!
Confession... I've been avoiding this blog post for a really long time. What I'm going to write about is embarrassing, but, I said in the beginning that I was going to put it all out there. No matter what, here it goes. Disclaimer, this blog while I haven't "officially" started it yet, will most likely contain some foul language. Just an FYI, if that kind of thing bothers you, you might want to skip this one.
To the two bitches at Matts work holiday party,
I'm going to start by saying "I'm sorry." I'm sorry that your lives are so sad and pathetic that you felt the need to belittle me in order to make yourselves feel better. I will say that it was a well played move to be so unbelievably inappropriate in a setting where the both of you knew I couldn't "properly" defend myself against your hurtful words. Most of all though I'm sorry that I let it bother me as much as it did. I realize now that girls like you have to treat people like me the way you do in order to make the horribleness of your situations bearable.
You say i'm "fat" and "look pregnant," well, those things are fixable. I can lose weight, get skinny but you'll still be miserable, dealing with the same shitty situations no matter what I look like. I feel sorry for you. At least my worst qualities are fixable. In most situations if you're a miserable bitch you're probably going to be that way for life. And it's no wonder you two are joined at the hip as misery truly does love company.In addition to the apology in the beginning of this letter I also want to thank you. Thank you for proving what I knew from the second I met the both of you... I pride myself in being an excellent judge of character and this situation solidified that fact. Thank you also for showing me how far I've come. Thank you for showing me that my marriage is a bond that will never be broken. That my husband truly is my best friend, and even now as I write this I know that even though he is halfway across the world right now he is thinking of me, and missing me.
In conclusion, please know that when the two of you are together talking behind my back it only means that not only am I so many steps ahead of you, I am also in the perfect position for you to kiss my fat, pregnant looking ass!
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Day 12
Day 12- How you found out about blogs and why you made one.
Who doesn't know about blogs? Everyone and anyone has a blog.
Why did I make my blog? I have always loved to write. I feel like sometimes if I don't write I'll explode. When I try to talk to explain my feelings my words get twisted. I get tongue tied and I feel like my brain moves faster then my mouth. Nothing ever comes out right. When I write everything becomes clear. I can better communicate what I'm trying to say when I write.
Who doesn't know about blogs? Everyone and anyone has a blog.
Why did I make my blog? I have always loved to write. I feel like sometimes if I don't write I'll explode. When I try to talk to explain my feelings my words get twisted. I get tongue tied and I feel like my brain moves faster then my mouth. Nothing ever comes out right. When I write everything becomes clear. I can better communicate what I'm trying to say when I write.
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