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White Wine & Words of Wisdom

So at drinks tonight with one of the best people I know, I got a little inspiration to write. I obviously couldn't steal away and write, or whip out my iPhone right there, (rude). I tucked the inspiration to the back burner and waited until I safely made it to my house.

Side note, LA parking is a fucking bitch. I parked on my street, which is always a plus, however, two spots down was a parking sign for, "No parking after 6:30am." So the nervous-don't-want-to-waste-money-on-parking-tickets part of me (I mean who ever wants to risk spending money on parking tickets?!) has set her alarm for 6:18am so she can book it to her car and move it to street parking that's not going to waste her money.  I love my life, but I do not love that I don't have parking at my home, but I must remain calm, this is my first Los Angeles home. This also means I will have to get dressed, FML. Which most definitely includes putting on a bra because lord knows, the "girls" cannot be jumping around for the 6am street walkers to feast their eyes upon... Unless said street walkers (what is this 'Walking Dead'?) want to stuff $20 bills in my pajamas on the street corner, the twins(mostly) are getting strapped DOWN. Can we also discuss that a guy I met on tinder that I am not remotely interested in, is texting me as we speak. FML, AGAIN.

Anyway, side tracked much? That should be my middle name because I have a serious case of ADD.  I tested positive for it in college, hence the unlimited supply, that I definitely did not sell(lies) of aderall.

 So I grabbed drinks with a bestie of mine tonight before he went on a date. Let me tell you, this, bestie is amaze balls. He's smart, unbelievably witty, successful, strives for greatness in everything that he does, and fucking GORGEOUS. He had an hour point five to kill before his date so we chatted and had some buzz causing beverages that would definitely help him break the ice later.

Quick back ground- I know this man, based off another friendrelationship (yes one word) I had with his ex....many I am sure are wide-eyed & bushy tailed at this statement, I stayed friends with the friend-of-mines-ex?! Yes people, I did. This guy pulled me out of a rut while I was helping him with his. What brought us together formed and molded our future. While we eventually discoverered that we may, in another universe, very well have eventually been brought together because of our "great minds" we were, fortunately and unfortunately, brought together by a tragedy.  Let me tell you this, I have never seen someone go through so much strife, turmoil, heart crushing, mood-killing, can't eat, can't sleep, want nothing in this world but what I lost, situation and still come out on top, though he may not see it, he is. The things he has taught me, the friendship he has blessed me with, the person that he is, will remain forever.

It kills me that my other friend, gave up, if you will, on him. Kills. He lost BIG. And in a perfect world, he would be here. This is where the: Do things REALLY happen for a reason? Another blog, another day.

 Long story short, if you have something great, don't quit it. I have learned in the last 10.5 months, something I have repeated in this blog one million times: if you have something in your world, life, etc that brings you an ounce of happiness, hope, faith, or brightness, that you see a future with, that you LOVE, that you can build on, whether it be a job, plan, a move, or a relationship, keep it, work for it, reciprocate it. It's your life. Make a choice, live it, and love it, and don't fucking quit it.

Xo.

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