If you’re a regular reader to this blog, you already know I flew down yesterday to Atlanta to visit Jessica, the woman I’m dating.
Not familiar with the reader turned girlfriend story? Click here!
I’m here through Sunday which allows me time to continue to develop intimacy with Jessica, explore Atlanta, celebrate NYE, and determine if the southern stereotypes in the real world match the ones in my head.
Yep – the time is here.
I finally have rolled out an advertising platform for ThoughtsFromParis.
In the past I’ve turned down every sponsor that wanted to promote here.
This includes, but not limited to:
Well, if I was a store, this is my grand opening – I want your dough.
I left you last, Christmas Eve, 1am, while our last guest had to be escorted by my father who walked her two houses down from where she lived. She also had helped clean, although I believe broke a few dishes.
During the cleaning, we had set up an assembly line with my sister and mother bringing over all the glassware and dishes to the sink. Al, my sister’s boyfriend, washed everything by hand and then handed to me for the drying. My dad was breaking down the bar.
Hello ThoughtsFromParis Atlanta fans!
I will be in the ATL ready to have a drink with you in just a few days.
What : (Fans + D.J.+ drinks) x Atlanta = Awesome
Where : Ormsbys 1170 Howell Mill Road Atlanta, GA 30318 (in Westside, West Midtown)
When: Thursday, December 29th at 7:30pm
I can’t tell you one thing about the book, How the Grinch Stole Christmas. I feel like maybe I never read it the same way I’m pretty sure I never read Horton Hears a Who. I think we had all Dr. Suess’s other books.
I remember being in high school and over at a girl’s house I liked. That night, The Grinch was on television, and I pretended to be excited by saying, “Oh yes, a classic. Can’t wait!” We settled in and I remember thinking, “I don’t honestly think I’ve seen this before.”
And now, a special holiday greeting about Christmas Eve from ThoughtsFromParis.
Just kidding! It’s about me.
It’s always about me.
Happy December 23rd!
Today’s all about getting ready for the parties and family that are inevitable coming over to hang and drink the ‘nog.
Eggnog is disgusting. Don’t drink it. If you do, you’re really just hurting yourself with terribleness.
Hey, remember all the crazy crap I did last year? Me neither!
Thankfully the internet records all my goodness for you. I decided to see what I was up to this past year, reflected in my tweets and Facebook status updates.
I present to you, my dearest readers (that mean the ones most dear, namely the hottest) with a few choice selections from my brain. This is TweetsFromParis.
Hey, remember all the crazy crap I did last year? Me neither!
Thankfully the internet records all my goodness for you. I decided to see what I was up to this past year, reflected in my tweets and Facebook status updates.
I present to you, my dearest readers (that mean the ones most dear, namely the hottest) with a few choice selections from my brain. This is TweetsFromParis.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
