So, after being chastised at a professional convention for not having multimedia and online clips, I decided to create a Web site.

After some tinkering -- BAM -- here's what I came up with:

www.taliabuford.com

Once I start doing more multimedia, I'll be adding in my slideshows, videos and photos to another page in the site.

Let me know what you think.

I'm taking all suggestions and compliments. :-)

I looked cute today

And you need to see me.

And in case you wanted to see the entire outfit, here it go. Just ignore the messy bathroom in the back/foreground.

Pretty excited about this. Ya'll might see this in Tampa. Be prepared.

It's July -- Time to Take Stock

The year is half gone so I figured now is a good time to check in on how I'm doing with my goals I set for myself at the beginning of the new year.

1. Forgive my father and deal with the issues I've developed with relationships in general because of my relationship with him so that I can stop hurting. . Seriously, I haven't thought about this much. I'm kinda starting to think that while I'm sure the relationship affected me, that he doesn't really have anything to do with how I act in relationships now. Those actions are things that I control. I may revisit this later, but right now, I'm not compelled to.
   
2. Begin yoga/Pilates/stretching 2-3 times a week to alleviate back pain and increase flexibility, strength. Man. I don't know why I stopped this. When I was doing this (during my training for the 5K) I had less back pain and my posture was on point. My back hurts as I type this. I need to get back on this.
   
3. Do 15 -30 minutes of cardio at least once a week; work up to two (or three) times a week by July. So, about that. As you know, I ran a 5K in May, so I did cardio regularly -- about 2-3 times a week. I'm also running another race on July 19, which I've been running about 2 times a week for on good weeks. I'm not up to my goal yet, but that's something to strive for.
   
4. Sit up straight. Doing better. I was doing great with it when I was regularly doing yoga, starting to slack more now. I need to get back on it.
   
5. Set up a monthly budget cutting out unnecessary expenses and stick to it. Eh. Not a strict budget, although I have been putting more money into my savings account and striving to pack my lunch, vs. buying it daily.
   
6. Set up and begin a payment plan to pay off all credit cards and other debt by July 2010. Done. I'll be (credit card) debt free by Spring 2010
   
7. Set up another savings account so that I can have three: emergency (3-6 months salary); a life happens fund (for unexpected expenses) and a vacation fund. Done. I opened an E-Trade account a few months ago to get better returns
   
8. Increase savings contributions to E-trade to finance trip to Spain in fall. Devote tax returns to building up savings reserves and contributing to vacation fund. I did increase my contributions to the E-trade account, but it won't be to finance my Spain trip. Instead, that's the account I'll be using to save up money for grad school in 2010 -- I told ya'll I got in, right?
   
9. Do something every month to pamper myself. Get a mani/pedi. Get my hair done. Get a massage. Take a long bath. Buy myself something nice. I'm slacking on this, but I have started making regular appointments with a hair dresser and got a mani/pedi a few weeks ago that was fantastic.
   
10. Try out a new healthy recipe at least once a month. Build up my repetoire to include more than fried foods and fatty sauces. I'm a little behind, but I've got 5 Healthy Recipes up so far. So I'm two behind. I'll make it up though!
    
11. Eat out at a new restaurant at least once a month. Use this time to try different cuisines and experiment. Not doing so great at this. I need to look around and find some places I want to go.
    
12. Read. Whatever I want. Magazines. Books. Whatever. Just read. Yes! I just finished the Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, and I just ordered subscriptions to Women's Health and InStyle Magazine. I'm excited!
    
13. Go see "Raisin in the Sun" at Trinity Jan. 30 - March 30. Go see a show on Broadway with Setta B. I did go see Raisin in the Sun! It was pretty good. I'd never seen it before, so I was pleasantly surprised. I still need to find a show to go see with Setta on Broadway. Sis, if you're reading, let me know if you hear of a good show!
    
14. Keep clips up and network; send update mailings to potential employees two times a year (March and September, maybe?) I'll have to put some clips together for the NABJ convention in August. That will likely count as my mailing for the fall. I'll do another in the Spring, before I go to grad school.
    
15. Write something that makes me proud, whether it wins any award or not. I've been pretty proud of some of the trial coverage I've done so far, but I'd like to do a big project or something intensive that I'm also proud of as well.
    
16. Find an organization to volunteer with and do so, regularly. Can either be one organization with a long term commitment, or various organizations with one time commitments Still haven't found anything, but honestly, haven't looked very hard after getting discouraged earlier this year.
    
17. Go on dates with the BF that (sometimes) require more than just driving to Boston and cooking food. We've done movies, bowling, amusement parks, small gatherings and even an art show or two. Not a complete success because I could be doing more, but it's a start.
    
18. Take pictures to document life and stretch my creative muscles. Epic fail. I've been forgetting to document big things - like events -- in my life, let alone just the regular mundane things. I'll strive to do better with this.
    
19. Start doing crosswords to exercise my mind. Sporadically.
20. Be present at all times. Start each day as if it were on purpose, not an accident. Getting better at it, day by day.

Don't Cry

Turns out I'll be in Tampa come August for the annual journalism fete after all.

And it begins again...

48.40*

I did it!This weekend, I ran my first 5k! The title right there is my time -- I'll explain the asterisk later.

The race was fantastic. That picture is what I looked like immediately after the race. Well, actually, I threw my head back in exhaustion then smiled for the camera, but you get the idea. We had beautiful weather and my team won the race. Like, literally, one of our members was the first woman to cross the finish line. I think she did it in 22 minutes. Yeah, before the race, we asked how fast she runs. She said sometimes 6 minute miles, but she wouldn't be running that fast today. We found her afterwards, she was interviewed by a paper in Michigan and everything. She was like a little roadrunner.

It was a long weekend. I had a seminar I went to all day in Boston, then I rode down to NYC with Marcus, who was in town for a PawSox game. I didn't get to my sister's house until about 2 a.m. We got up at like, 6 a.m. to get dressed and meet the rest of the team for the 9 a.m. race. There were SOOO many people in Times Square when we arrived for the race. We picked up our swag and got our team sign and set about taking pictures to document the event. Well, I set about taking pictures to document the event. I even had a fanny pack to carry my camera! Yeah, I'm a dork. I wrote out dedication sign for my mom (a breast cancer survivor) and we set about kicking cancer's butt.

So the race was actually not as bad as I thought it would be. Anyone who knows me knows that I don't really like exercise. Not a particular fan of sweating and being uncomfortable. So this was big for me. I got almost through mile two without stopping. Then I stopped maybe midway into mile three and ran the rest of the way at a slow jog. I was running with Amazon Girl who is frigging awesome, and she was encouraging me to keep going. Then, when I did stop, she told me that I was doing really well considering we were ducking and weaving between walkers and running up more hills than should be allowable by law. She's great. Shout out to Amazon Girl.

After the race, they had a little fair, so we went around and picked up all of the swag we could. I got a sewing kit, some Arizona flavor packets for water bottles, tons of coupons, some reusable shopping bags (though my ones from Walgreens broke!), and bunch of other stuff I didn't need. We saw Jessica Alba and ate Cosi sandwiches. Yum. To the sandwiches. Though I'm sure the guys will say yum about Jessica. Oh! And we took group pictures. All of our team didn't show up for the race (some were sleepyheads) but here's a pic of all of our group. Including my coworker Lynn (fourth from the right) who traveled all the way from RI to run with me. We were running together, but she's in better shape than me. I think she finished the race in 33 minutes. Go speedracer.

So about that asterisk.

We were so excited, snapping photos and looking at the confetti, we didn't realize that the confetti meant the race had started. Literally, we were just sauntering about with the sign taking pics. Then we realized we should run. So, when we made it to mile 1 at like 18 minutes, we all scoffed. We knew it hadn't taken 18 minutes, and that the rest of our time would be skewed.

So, officially, I ran the race in 48. 40 minutes. I'm going to say I ran it in 42 minutes. Not a big difference, and really, it's not that important because I'm just amped I finished! Also, our team raised more than $1,500 to go toward cancer research.

Take that cancer!

Since I've been gone

A few things, since I haven't updated in forever:

I didn't get my hair done. Loser, right? I was in the middle of covering a murder trial and I wasn't committed to paying for someone to do my hair for the Follies.

So I did it myself instead.

It's not the same style. I originally did two strand twists with the intent to do a twist out the night of the show (an old standby from Follies past). But then, I twisted up a few of the twists and realized it looked pretty cute as it was. So I left it. Here it is:

I'll post a better picture a little lower.

So anyway, the Follies were a hit. The show went off pretty well and I only forgot a few of my words -- That's a success in my eyes.

I didn't get mentioned, but the Phoenix gave us a pretty good review. Overall, we've been getting a lot of good feedback about the show. I wasn't in that many numbers -- I think three, not counting the opener and closer, so it was a low key night for me. Which was actually good because I wasn't completely exhausted as I have been in previous years where I'm on stage constantly. This year, I played Sasha Obama with another coworker and sung a song about how cute we Obama girls are, I was in a song about the layoffs at my newspaper, and I was in a song about Steve Alves - a former senator in West Warwick who was ousted by a baker. Good times indeed.

In other news, the BF went with me to the show. I fought him on the outfit (which was his idea) but we turned out to be "the best dressed couple in Swansea." I'll take it. He was excited about the Urkel glasses. I was skeptical at first, but they turned out to be a nice addition.

After the show, we went out to a local bar and hung out with some of my coworkers and the other folks who went to the show. Then we went to my coworker's house and played Rockband until like, 3:30, 4 a.m. It was ridiculous. A good night though. A really good night.

At work, things have been kinda rocky -- no pun intended. We laid off an additional 100 people, including two of my favorite office assistants ever in life. They were my friends -- one even my "adopted mom" who always looked out for me when I first came to the Journal and was assigned to her bureau. I didn't get a chance to say goodby because I've been working on a murder trial and was out of the office most days. After they got the news, thankfully the company didn't make them continue to work - like they did the last round of layoffs we had. So when I came in to joke with one of them, their desks were cleared out. Good for them, sad for me. I'm going to get some cards and write nice notes to them and send them to them, because I honestly don't know if I'll see them again. Which is pretty sad.

The good note is that, as I mentioned, I've been covering a murder trial the last few weeks. You know I LOVE trials right? You do. Anyway, I think I've been writing some really good stories -- I even got front page two days in a row. Yesterday, I was the front page centerpiece! How cool is that? Wanna read my stuff? Here's some of it. You can also google me. I got hits, yo.

Bishop tells his story

Alfred "Freddie" Bishop guilty in 2007 murder

Brother of slaying victim tells of fatal struggle with intruder in Warwick home

And I was a freaking blog superstar all during the trial. I was calling in updates, e-mailing posts and just all around being a "blog-centered" superstar. I rock. Hard.

Anyway, um, other than that, things have been cool. I'm completely slacking on my exercise, which I fully plan to get back on this weekend. I've just been pooped lately. But I gotta start running again or I'll never be ready for this 5K. Oh, and just in case you haven't already, there's still time to donate!

Racing for a Cure

You guys are fantastic.

I put out this plea last week -- along with some e-mail solicitations and notices in my work newsletter.

Thanks you to (and some people who probably don't read this blog) we've already raised $270 toward breast cancer research.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

If you haven't donated (or already have and want a repeat of that happy feeling), and would like to, click here.

I'm working out tonight to get ready for this run. What's been great is the amount of support I've gotten from everyone. From running and training tips, to people donating or stopping by my desk to tell me stories of the survivors in their lives. It's been great so far -- and I've only just begun!

The race is May 2 -- so keep the love coming!

Prêt-à-Porter

So, I'm just going to say whatever.

I was all worried about what to wear to the Follies. In years past, I've been mostly classy, but not necessarily funky. Or really, even youthful.

This year was going to be my year to change all that. i was going to go out shopping and find a cool dress and funky accessories and look like the fly 25 year old that I am in my head.

Stuff keeps getting in the way.

For example, yesterday was Valentine's Day. It was 10 a.m. and I still had nothing to wear. I started thinking and remembered a dress I saw on someone's Facebook album. I needed something I could just come in and try on and buy immediately because I had rehearsal for the Follies at noon thirty until 4 and then I was going out with the BF at 5.

So I stopped by American Apparel. I was on a mission.

I looked through the spandex on the racks, looking for the picture that matched the one in my head. Then I saw it.

The colors at American Apparel never really wow me. They're either, I think, too bland or too outrageous. None of them seem necessarily rich. I like rich colors.

Anyway, so I try it on in black*. I figure you can't go wrong with black. The dress fits perfectly -- as perfect as any AA dress can fit, if you know what I mean. But it doesn't pack that punch that I'm looking for. I walk out onto the sales floor in the dress and my fantastic boots (that I just happened to be wearing that day) and looked at the other colors.

White. Mustard. Burgundy. Plum. Asphalt.

Mmm. Asphalt.

I take Asphalt and the white back into the dressing room with me. I finally get the dress over my head and pull it down over my hips. A smile creeps over my lips as I look into the mirror.

This is it.

I rush to the cashier and tell her to ring up asphalt -- and black, you really can't go wrong with black -- in a medium. I walk out with a small bag and a tinging ping of guilt (my job may have layoffs in the next week or so and I just spent $75 on two dresses, sigh).

After practice, I run home, shower, and throw the dress on. I pair it with camel colored patent leather heels I got from H&M and my go-to tan bag. I throw on some eyeshadow and pop open my new lipgloss from Cargo (freaking fantastic). A few spritzes of Jean Paul Gautier sample I got when I ordered the Cargo (I love Sephora!) and I'm out the door.

The evening goes well and the BF liked the dress. A lot. (sorry, I forgot to take pics, but trust, I was looking right.)

Anyway, so I said all that to say that instead of looking for a new dress, I'm going to wear the black AA dress I bought yesterday.

I'm thinking of buying some pumps (maybe red stilletoes or leopard print) and either a printed purse, or wearing my go to tan clutch to the Follies at the end of this month. I've already got my hair appointment to do the aforementioned hairstyle to my head (I don't need the stress of trying to get this right myself -- and really don't have a day to just play until the show is over).

So yeah. I'm saying whatever and instead of just searching for the perfect dress, I'm going to wear what I'm comfortable in. And I promise, I'll be sure to take pictures.


*the Web site doesn't have the exact dress, but the link is to the most similar one I could find. It's just like that, but with no ribbing.

I'm Running for Cancer!

Well, for a cure for cancer!

I'm running in the Revlon Run/Walk for Women -- a 5K race to fund cancer research this May in NYC. raiser My sister formed the team I'm running with -- The Conquerors -- as in : No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. (Romans 8:37)

I've always supported cancer awareness initiatives, from buying the breast cancer stamps to donating to other people involved in cancer awareness things.

My mother was diagnosed with breast cancer in the fall of 2000. It was my senior year and I remember watching as she went through a mastectomy and then chemotherapy. She was one of every seven women you meet that will be diagnosed with breast cancer in their lifetime. More than 182,000 women will be diagnosed with breast cancer, and 21,000 with ovarian cancer this year alone. Finding a cure for cancer in all it's forms is so important and events like the Revlon Run/Walk for Women is helping bring the world one step closer by helping fund important research.

But none of that research happens without you.

Whatever you're willing to give - a quarter, $5, $25 or more - will go toward financing research, education and prevention programs. Please consider supporting my team of the Revlon Run/Walk for Women by visiting this site and making a donation.

However big or however small, know that your donation will make a difference.

I could rock this, yes?

Her hair is a little longer than mine, but I may try this updo for the Follies:



I tried to do twists at an angle today and just got frustrated and gave up. This seems like it isn't that hard to do though. If I can pull it off -- I may not have to pay to get my hair done. ... Or, I could pay to have my stylist do it so it's extra fresh. We'll see.

A public service announcement

It seems I'd been hearing about it a lot recently.

My sister and her friend mentioned it when I went to NYC for Christmas.

Soraya mentioned it on her blog the other day.

So I figured it was about that time to get a bra fitting.

Thankfully, mine wasn't as *ahem* hands on as Soraya's was. The woman, probably a little older -- if that -- than me, told me to lift my shirt and she measured my band size. Then, with the eye of a woman 3 times her age, she looked at my melons and estimated my cup size.

I doubted her. Oh, I doubted.

Then she brought back two bras so I could try them on for fit. I'll be if they didn't fit absolutely perfect.

I asked her to grab a few bras for me to try on while I stayed in the dressing room amazed that all this time, I'd been wearing holsters where my cups were too small and my band size was too large.

I'll admit it though -- I was admiring myself in the mirror. Amazing what a proper fitting undergarment can do. Amazing.

Within the hour, I'd tried on, let's say, 20 bras, and I emerged from Nordstrom's with a lucky three. I wasn't happy about the bill and change I had to drop to take them with me, but I figured an investment is an investment. Plus, walking around with bras you can't remember buying is not what's up.

So yeah, go get 'em measured. You'll be glad you did.

Bout time I got '09 in gear

It looks like a lot, but it's not. I'm just very specific with my goals so that each is a step in itself toward fulfilling a larger goal. If I do these things, it'll be easier to cross more of them off come next year!

1. Forgive my father and deal with the issues I've developed with relationships in general because of my relationship with him so that I can stop hurting.
2. Begin yoga/Pilates/stretching 2-3 times a week to alleviate back pain and increase flexibility, strength.
3. Do 15 -30 minutes of cardio at least once a week; work up to two (or three) times a week by July.
4. Sit up straight.
5. Set up a monthly budget cutting out unnecessary expenses and stick to it.
   
6. Set up and begin a payment plan to pay off all credit cards and other debt by July 2010.
7. Set up another savings account so that I can have three: emergency (3-6 months salary); a life happens fund (for unexpected expenses) and a vacation fund.
8. Increase savings contributions to E-trade to finance trip to Spain in fall. Devote tax returns to building up savings reserves and contributing to vacation fund.
9. Do something every month to pamper myself. Get a mani/pedi. Get my hair done. Get a massage. Take a long bath. Buy myself something nice.
10. Try out a new healthy recipe at least once a month. Build up my repetoire to include more than fried foods and fatty sauces.
11. Eat out at a new restaurant at least once a month. Use this time to try different cuisines and experiment.
12. Read. Whatever I want. Magazines. Books. Whatever. Just read.
13. Go see "Raisin in the Sun" at Trinity Jan. 30 - March 30. Go see a show on Broadway with Setta B.
14. Keep clips up and network; send update mailings to potential employees two times a year (March and September, maybe?)
15. Write something that makes me proud, whether it wins any award or not.
    
16. Find an organization to volunteer with and do so, regularly. Can either be one organization with a long term commitment, or various organizations with one time commitments
17. Go on dates with the BF that (sometimes) require more than just driving to Boston and cooking food.
    
18. Take pictures to document life and stretch my creative muscles.
    
19. Start doing crosswords to exercise my mind.
20. Be present at all times. Start each day as if it were on purpose, not an accident.
    

Closet Case

So I'm in the midst of this massive fall cleaning.

I'm doing pretty okay. My house looks otherwise, but I'm doing okay. A large part of that is probably that I spend as little time as possible in my house, and if I am there, I'm cleaning. So I'm not just like, sitting in a pile of purses, ATM receipts and expired salad dressing.

Well, I decided to tackle my closet on Saturday. I'd been sick all week and took a half day on Friday. After sleeping the night away heavily drugged, I got up feeling pretty okay.

And I knew I needed to clean.

Confession time: Remember that trip I went on? Yeah, in July? Um, my suitcase was still sitting at the foot of my bed unpacked. I'd step over it on my way into bed each night. If I needed something inside of it, I'd just rifle through the contents and find the wrinkled article of clothing and put it on.

Don't judge me.

So, I didn't want to do too much on my first day not feeling horrible, so I figured unpacking the suitcase would be a worthwhile venture. But then I realized something: the reason I hadn't unpacked was because I had nowhere to put anything. My walk in closet (yes, it's fantastic) was jammed pack.

Yet I had nothing to wear. Peculiar? I think so.

Tackling the closet was no easy task. As I mentioned, I'm a semi-pack rat, so it pained me to consider throwing out club shirts I hadn't worn since I was 18, shoes I'd worn until the soles flapped, or bags that were perfectly fine except for the gaping hole in the lining. But slowly, I tackled the closet. Taking out the papers, cleaning out the purses, putting every ill fitting, ugly, or just ridiculously old piece of clothing into a trash bag and tossing it into the living room. (That pile of bags, by the way, is beginning to take over my living area. But I digress.)

When I finished hanging up the last skirt and restacking the last shoe box, I was amazed at what I saw. My closet was 1/2 full.

I panicked.

What would I wear? What if all of my clothes were dirty and I needed that short sleeved white polyester sweater that I'd gotten in 11th grade? And how would I ever replace my clothes?!

Then I realized I'd just done laundry and a bunch of clothes were still in the laundry basket.

Relief.

Still, it made me realize that this is the perfect opportunity to re-up my closet. I'm tossing some old jackets and winter coats next -- and my prom dress may have to go as well -- so when it gets cold, I'll have to buy stylish replacements to keep me going through these tough New England winters.

This might not be so bad after all.

Style Star

I promised ya'll a new pic, didn't I?

So, about that.

I just got back from a banging vacation/professional development stint. I was gone nearly two weeks. First, I went to the quadrennial UNITY: Journalists of Color convention in Chitown. Good times were had. I got to hook up with the Ten95 homies, as well as other friends from the industry -- and surprisingly from Flint.

Then I headed to Reno, Nevada for a seminar on court reporting. Then it was five days in sunny Richmond, Calif. eating barbecue and drinking sweet tea.

And I promise I documented a lot of it. I swear I did. But my camera died. And I can only charge it with the USB cord that allows you to download the pictures to your computer.

I lost the cord.

So, until I can find it, here's a shot of my new 'do (which, ironically, I washed out this morning) courtesy of Facebook.

It's a picture of me and Duck at the UNITY party in Chicago. Note the Prince and the Revolution T-shirt. So hood.

Anyway, those lovely comb twists you may be able to see atop my noggin lasted me three time zones, seven plane rides, and three weeks. Tell me that's not a good deal for $55. I was going to try to stretch them one more week with a coil out, but when I started taking them out this morning and saw all that dirtiness from 3 weeks of travel, I decided my hair needed a good washing more than another week of a hairstyle.

So it's back to the 'fro. At least for a little while.

Surprisingly, the response to my new hair was overwhelmingly positive. People LOVED it. Although, I'm not sure if they loved it because it was a great hairstyle or because it's something different from the puff I normally wear.

As the BF says "I'm always a fan of variety."

Guess the masses have spoken. T-Dot needs to switch it up from time to time.

*reaches and pulls out the collection plate*

Anyone want to ante up for my next style change? I'm thinking two strand twists. We like the kind that jingles, but we'd prefer the kind that folds. Thankyou.

Girl, get yo hair did

This is why I hate hair salons.

I got my hair done yesterday. And according to the people who complimented me on it at a friend's party last night, apparently it's laid.

But it took me all day to get it. (I'll post pics later)

My appointment was at 12:30 Saturday afternoon. I'm pretty punctual and mindful of people's schedules, so I got there right on the dot.

I had enough time to read an newspaper produced, it seemed, by the same people that Lisa "Left Eye" Lopez was involved with shortly before her death. Apparently sugar in cigarettes is what makes it addictive and a master teacher in Brooklyn has the cure to AIDS. I was thankful when she called me to the chair.

The stylist blew my hair out and I marvelled at the fro that looked back at me in the mirror. My hair, normally tightly coiled and probably about 3 inches high, was semi straight and extended at least seven inches from my skull. The possibilities of pony tails, twists with curls and other hairstyles danced through my head. I didn't know I had THAT much hair. Sweet.

She trimmed my horribly split ends and after washing my strands, sat me down for the process to come. Comb twists, or single strand twists, are like most natural hairstyles: time consuming. In this style, you take a rattail comb, grab some sort of gel or holding creme and take tiny pieces of hair and wrap them around themselves in a circular motion -- making miniature Shirley Temple curls in the process.

I was called to the chair at 1 p.m. I didn't get under the dryer until 4:20 p.m.

See, that would have been nothing back when I had a perm, where I'd easily spend hours getting the chemicals slopped onto my head, my ends trimmed, my hair deep conditioned, my neck burning under the dome dryer and the hot irons singeing my curls. But it's been more than a year since I stepped into a salon -- and two years and change since my last perm. I'm used to getting a trim at the barber shop, or better yet, washing my hair in the morning, de-tangling and letting it air dry into my signature puff.

When I walked out of the salon at about 5:30 p.m., I was less than impressed with my hair. The actual technical aspect was impeccably done. I think it was more the shock of seeing my skull and the solid wrapping lotion still dripping down my neck (and sticking my ears to the back of my head). So I needed the affirmation from the party goers that all of my waiting wasn't in vain.

Anyway, like I said, pics will be up soon. If nothing else, look for the UNITY shots.

And I bought some cute earrings to go with it, so watch out now.

Where's my Swagger?

I was just at J's page and I realized something:

I need to be more fabulous.

Not that I don't have a great personality, but my wardrobe does not convey that. I'm cute. I dress well. But I'm always missing that umph.

I need to find that.

And take pictures of it.

Yeah.

That's all.