I Don't Even Know

I am toggling with a decision right now. Don't worry it is nothing big or life changing...but it's one of those things that may look small to other's but huge to yourself. I would tell you what it is but #1 I love keeping you in suspense, and #2 I hate being that person who says they want to do something, or are going to do something, but never do it. Which on most days is the story of my life, and no, I am not proud of that. I actually hate that about me, because I hate when people do that. I know, what a hypocrite I am.

Anyways...do you have any idea how hard it is to write a blog while entertainment shows are on? I should change the channel but I can't find the remote and I confess that I might be a little bit interested in hearing the latest star gossip. I can't help it. I'm not obsessed with celebrity gossip or fashion but i'm human and sometimes hearing about other's misfortunes makes me feel like less of a failure. Least I am not in rehab like Lindsey Lohan, or smuggling crack in my purse like Paris Hilton. ( yet at least ). There is one misfortune that I never enjoy though. I just watched a segment on who was labeled as having the worst summer body. I was surprised at who they picked...none other than model Kate Moss. The reason they chose her was for the supposed weight gain in her midsection. Emphasis on "supposed". Pure ridiculousness.

I have to give major props to any celebrity that has the balls to wear a bathing suit on the beach. I don't even have the confidence to wear a bathing suit on the beach..let alone if you knew you were constantly being watched and having photos taken of you in a not so flattering moment.

Wow when did this turn into an entertainment blog or a column for Self magazine. I need a life.