blogger.. maybe?

Well.. I am really starting to wonder if I was meant for this blogging thing.

I seriously just can't find the time most days.

So I apologize.

Between seeing people out and them asking 

and receiving the texts, like 

"WOMMANNN, why aren't you bloggging"

I have really started to feel bad.. 

But there are a couple of MAIN reasons I'm such a slacker. 

NUMERO UNO: Whit keeps me pretty busy with shenanigans.

She's pretty much my entertainment 

NUMERO DOS:  When I started this blog, I knew people would read it.

But I didn't realize HOW many people would.

People that I would rather not know about my weekend excitement like:

*arguing with a cab driver because I left my phone in his cab.

not to mention he answered it and refused to bring it back to me!

Luckily I have amazing friends like Bec, that called everyone in LEX to find him*

or

*partying at Drake's with my girls, when literally 3 of the male species from the past showed up.

what a nightmare..

{You can only imagine how much I drank that night}*

or 

*Meeting a dude at Trust whose breath smelt like something died in his mouth.

Instead of walking away like a normal person I whisper to Whit for a 911 piece of gum.

I then proceed to hand it to him, and smile and say "you needed this"

(I bet he would Thank me if he saw me again)*

SEEE my friends.

I wasn't REAL sure how I felt about people asking me about these things.

Especially when you are at a business lunch at Sal's

and someone walks by and says,

"I read your blog.. the Twilight guy story is hilarious" 

{Yeah, I didn't feel very professional}

or 

when your mother says..

"Well, I am having to read your blog to keep up with you these days.."

{as she gives me those judging eyes}

or

when you go to lunch with a friend 

and she says.. 

"with all the awkward moments you deal with. your blog could be full"

She's right.

SOO... my friends, I am not putting my resignation in yet

but I am trying to figure out what exactly I want to write about,

where I maybe won't be as embarrassed. 

Please realize the above stories are the nicest ones I could tell. 

AHH . maybe that says something about me though?

Idk.

I'm off to get my life together.

Happy Monday!