kate+speaks

I take back what I previously said about The Weeknd. He still manages to put my ass to sleep almost every time, but I’ve learned to love.

ESPECIALLY when its an OVOXO combination.

Ohh, and I think this cover of “The Morning” is the fking money.

If there’s one tiny and microscopic word that I get annoyed of, it would be the word “lucky.”

Why? Because I take it under the most literal of contexts. The definition of luck reads: “success or failure apparently brought by chance rather than through one’s own.” Meaning, you didn’t work for anything considered “lucky.” Nothing. Chance is chance, and good chance is lucky.

Well homies, I like to think I have a huge hustle bone in my body and by no means—should luck, get any recognition for my efforts.

Luck doesn’t bring on vacations (unless you happened to win some sort of raffle), luck doesn’t bring on world champion status, and luck doesn’t give you a six-figure salary (ok, ok maybe it does—in some weird instances). But for the most part people hustle HARD to get where they want to be and work for the finer things in life.

I think people use the word “lucky” to show envy, if so—I can understand that, but let’s not deny someone of their true efforts. The BIGGEST compliment to me is acknowledgment of hard work, whether you’re talking about my life, my career, or my marriage. I WORK to get it to where it needs to be.

In the words of Ru Paul, “You better WORK.” Two snaps & everything…

Fact: I like my boys skinny and tall, since forever… Swear. Met my husband yet? Exactly.

Fact: I watch True Blood and Vampire Diaries religiously. I try not to make this apparent, because I believe this is somewhat of an embarrassing fact for a 28 year old woman. I said “somewhat.”

No. I do not have a crush on Boone Carlyle (”LOST”). I have the fattttttest crush on Damon Salvatore. FATTEST. FAAAAA-TESSSTTTTT. He looks best with the littlest bit of stubble, just a little.

Fact: Good girls really do like bad boys. FACT.

On that cougar status though…

Jeremy Gilbert just gets better with age.

SIGH HEAVY…

I’m kicking my husband off my Top 5 list, he’s automatic, its unfair he’s taking up space. Welcome, Ian Somerhalder. =)

I am SERIOUSLY considering getting “yolo” tattooed somewhere on my body.

If not… “Mischief Managed” would make a great ribcage tattoo.

I’ve been sleeping on that last one for YEARS.

I will get one or the other. My last year of my 20’s is coming up soon. I better not sleep any longer.

I have THE BIGGEST aspirations for 2012.

I got an unexpected raise at work. I can’t tell you enough how I’m looking forward to starting my family. Our debt is practically paid off and there is money in the bank. My year is starting off strong.

I have few resolutions to speak of, but here they are:

_ I will give out hello/goodbye hugs much more frequently. I’ve been lacking on handing out displays of affection my entire life. I usually get stuck in awkward pauses with semi-aquaintances and I hate it. There is no need to over think that type of shit—I just need to give out the freaking hug. Agreed? Agreed.

_ Take at least ONE international trip. I have Costa Rica on my mind, but I’ll see what the cards have in store for me.

_ Put MORE money in the bank.

_ Continue to enjoy life to its capacity until my dynamic duo becomes a trio.

[I realize its been THE LONGEST time since my last post. Is anyone even reading this still? If so, thanks for your patience!]

I would like to share with you a chronological timeline of events which made my second grown-folks trip to Vegas a memorable one.

I won’t add any context, so feel free to ask me the story behind it all if you’re curious. HAHA. Note: the days bleed into nights and vice versa.

Arriving in Vegas with only three hours of sleep / Daiquiris at Fat Tuesdays / Drunk shopping at Michael Kors / More drinking / Losing $40 at the roulette tables at Planet Hollywood / FINALLY eating at the Wicked Spoon Buffet in The Cosmopolitan (<3) / Catching Mayer Hawthorne's soundcheck at the Book & Stage Lounge (by complete LUCK) / Beatle's "LOVE" show at the Mirage / Drink-party with an amateur UFC-MMA fighter and his brother / Buzzed-drunk / Take a limo to a strip club at 4am / Tip a stripper $6 in her g-string while Big Sean's "Marvin Gaye & Chardonnay" plays (absolutely no joke) / GTFO of the strip club by 6 am... the sun is beginning to rise / 6:30 am, get home to the hotel KTFO / Wake up at noon / 9 pm, check into our NYE club / 10 pm, buy VIP bottle service for 9 people / Pictures... pictures... more pictures (before we start looking sloppppppyyy) / Drink... drink... and drink some more / Midnight kiss—I love everyone within a 5 foot proximity to me / 2 am, DONE / 3 am-?, yakking my brains out on the bathroom floor and swearing to myself that I will refrain from alcohol for the rest of my life / 8 am, yakking some more / 10:30 am, abruptly woken up and in a panic that my ass will have to get out of bed, ready and packed within 30 minutes with the WORST hangover of my life / 2:30 pm, finally up and running at 60% / Dinner to celebrate the birth of my wonderful mother at Max Brenner's / Mayer Hawthorne show @ The Cosmopolitan (again, for free) / Good times with some local hosts-family / Random local club off the strip / Back to the hotel room at 4 am / Check out of the hotel room by 10:30 am / 12:45 pm, depart Vegas can't wait to get the hell home

IT. WAS. GREAT. TIMES.

Happy New Year folks!