ESPECIALLY when its an OVOXO combination.

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

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 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. =)

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 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 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!

I get stir-crazy when I don’t have a trip in queue. I take pleasure in knowing I will be some where different from my day to day routine, even if that only means I’m headed to Napa or Monterey for the weekend. Note: I work harrrd for my money, I buy plane tickets at the cheapest price possible, and I book hotels only a few days in advance so I can get the best last-minute deals.

1. San Paulo + Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

2. Bora Bora / Tahiti

3. Bali, Indonesia

4. Santorini, Greece

5. Alaska to see the Northern Lights / Aurora Borealis

Fact: Baseball runs through my veins, so much that I will dedicate an entire post to my love for the all-American pastime—wait for it. I’m so serious.

Fact: Although so many (SO MANY) wonderful & talented artists/producers dropped albums within the last four weeks, my NUMBER 1 rotation, on repeat, love love is… “How Do You Do” by Mayer Hawthorne. I cannot express to you how much soul this white boy from the D(etroit)/Ann Arbor has, but it comes out of his pores and floods the building. I. LOVE. HIM. End of story. He’s fking amazeballs live. I can’t tell you enough, I can’t. He remixed “Just Ain’t Gonna Work Out” live, and I was ready to die.

Fact: Ryan Gosling is tops on my celebrity crush list. JGL has taken a backseat until I see “50/50.” Gosling in “Crazy, Stupid Love” is eye candy. Gosling in “Drive” makes you want to run away with his strong-silent-type-ass. He’s kind of cray in “Drive,” but I do not care. I have yet to see “Ides of March,” and unless he has sex in it—I might not… then again, I will probably watch it for the sake of seeing his face (and body). Don’t judge me.

So I found a knock-off design on Etsy, cause I knew I could still find a better deal than the one found on NastyGal (I promise that its safe to click “NastyGal,” its a women’s online store…. I know, I know. I’m always uncomfortable typing Nastygal.com into my browser window).

Petitor’s Sideways Cross Necklace: $26 w/shipping

I’m always proud of a good deal.

When I was younger I tried my absolute hardest to be accommodating, easily-liked, and on my best (if not ass-kissing) behavior. Its a bit pathetic, admitting to having such low-confidence back in the day, but its true. I used to chase people down to get their attention when I was never on their radar in the first place. I used to go out of my way to do people favors only to realize that my kindness would never be reciprocated. I used to pull compliments out of my ass just so I had something nice to say to someone, in hopes of maybe climbing the social ladder just a bit. Make no mistake, I’ve always been a nice/good girl, I had no intention of being fake, I was just always trying way too hard.

But now?

Now I absolutely DNGAF. I put in work for the relationships that mean something to me. I have enough SWAGU to realize I’m a queen with a crown, but never need to be treated like a princess. I only ask for the simple courtesy that I don’t get ignored. I will no longer chase people down after a text/email/message/invitation/yaddadadada goes unanswered—and please trust, they go unanswered quite frequently. I’ve learned my lesson.

I’m worth my weight in GOLD/PLATINUM/DIAMONDS and my friendship is genuine—so I’ll save it for the one’s who deserve it.

Truth.