I get that way sometimes when someone is blathering on in a crazy way.
If ten people do the same thing you do without drama, and you are constantly being “dragged into drama” perhaps just perhaps …..it’s you.
Some things this veteran old blogger can tell you which can, in fact, help you decrease your level of drama are as follows.
No one is copying your style. No one. If someone IS copying your style please refer to the first sentence. There is a limited number of heads, bodies, and clothes in this world. If someone happens to recreate what you did – or hell just likes the way you did it and dresses up like that too – IT DOES NOT MATTER. Your style is way more than the thinks you choose to wear. If it’s not – you fail.
If you aren’t getting paid you don’t have sponsors quit rambling on about it.
You are not obligated to 23589723948 blog posts a day. If you DO that many blog posts a day don’t bitch about it. No one requires you to do that.
Creators are right to have expectations, as well do events. That doesn’t mean they own you. Flailing about regarding your “obligations” is just weird bragging. Don’t bitch and moan. Do what you’re supposed to do and move along. OR DON’T SIGN UP FOR MORE THAN YOU CAN SUPPORT.
I’m out early this morning checking out events and doing a bit of shopping. These t hings aren’t going to shop themselves, I tell you.
I pulled out an old clutch from HANDVERK and I forgot I’ve got a few awesome bags from them, they’re going to be getting more use. This is why I don’t throw things out. THIS BAG IS SO CUTE. I wonder if they are still around? I need to find out!
I’m in love with my new hair stylist exXess her blondes are amazing. If you’re a blonde girl and don’t go shopping there, run don’t walk. I took Luna this weekend and she was impressed. It’s not a new brand but for me it was one of those WOW WHEN DID THIS BRAND BECOME AMAZING moments.
My eleventh rezz day came and I had no plans. I wasn’t even bothered by this, but when I was surprised with a shopping trip to the Frou Frou event I have to admit, I was fairly tickled. Sasy took me around and we pondered if her buying me this much lingerie meant she was my GF.
After a ridiculous yet wonderful spree, I dropped some furniture down at the new house and settled in for the night. I’d picked up the perfect lounging pajamas from Miss Chelsea – so I feel like this was a complete win overall.