Today's post is asking if you are a PC or MAC person? I have never used a MAC before. I am a completel PC person. I love PC's. MAC's are too confusing to me.

Are you a MAC person or PC?

It's almost that time of year, time when we make resolutions. We resolute to lose weight, exercise more, eat healthier, become a better person, etc.

We'll I'm here to tell you that I like my unhealthy eating, non-exercising, evil, fat ass just the way I am so I will not be making any New Years resolutions this year.

Oh, I've tried the whole resolution thing before and by January 5th that shit was out the door. Who am I kidding, there was no chance in hell I was going to keep those promises. So here I am, take me or leave me just the way my lovable ass is.

How many of you make resolutions and are you better at keeping them then I am?

So here is day 2 of my 30 day blog challenge. I'm sure many of you reading this have had roommates in the past or maybe currently in a roommate situation. Some of you may even have really great roommates and you guys get along well. Well screw you all because my situation was hell and I am jealous.

Many years ago, right after the civil war, I became really friendly with a group of male and female exotic dancers. It was a fun time in my life. We would hang out and club every night of the week. Aaaawwww, to be young and free.

A couple of my female friends in this circle and I decided to rent an apartment together. YES! This would be non stop fun for me. I was psyched. We began our search and found a really cute townhouse to rent. We made preparations to move in. The day of our move in should have given me a clue as to how this whole situation was going to go down.

I had scheduled my brother and cousin to move my stuff in while I was at work. When I got to the apartment they hadn't finished my move because my roommates had them move a few of their stuff too. Excuse me! You were supposed to secure your own movers. I was heated but let it go.

I was the only one living there that owned a car and it was fast becoming evident to me that these bitches were expecting me to haul them everywhere they needed to go and would get upset if I had other plans.

The final straw came when I had a job interview scheduled. The day before I needed to prep for it, print out resumes, etc. So I decided to go to my parents house since they had a typewriter. Shush! I told my roommates I was leaving and they got upset because I wasn't going to be back in time to take them to the club they wanted to attend that night. yeah, exactly. I was ticked off that they thought hanging out in a club was more important then my landing this job. I was not their chauffeur. I decided I needed a break from them and stayed the night at my parents house.

When I arrived home the next day to get ready for work I noticed that they cleaned up the house but left my bed unmade and piled some dirty clothes on top of it. That was the last straw. I called my parents when I got to work, first thing, and arranged for them to help me move.

I found out later that day as well that some friends had called the house looking for me and they were rude to them Oh no, that does not work for me.

I met my father at his shop that he owned once I got off work. My mother, her friend, my brother and cousin all met at my fathers shop and we caravaned over to my house and started hauling shit out of there. The looks on their faces was priceless.

Unbeknownest to them I had also scheduled to have the phone cut off because it was in my name and I didn't want them to run up the bill. You had to pay for long distance calls in those olden days. They were none to happy about that. They called me the next day when they realized the phone was off to inquire why I hadn't told them of my plans. *click*

That was my first and last roommate situation Never again.

Do you have roommate horror stories?

Hi Bloghearts! Today marks the first day of my 30 Day Blog Challenge. I had such a ball doing it before that I decided to do it again. So today's topic is giving your opinion. When doing so are you always honest with the person that asked you?

For me it depends on the person asking. If its a relative or friend I am very honest. Not brutally but with tact. If someone asks me about their significant other I am very honest on what I think. If they ask me about an outfit they are planning on wearing I am very honest.

Let me give you an example of such an incident. Crazy, Clueless and I were in my car driving to a function we were attending. Clueless asks me what I think on the recent research that wearing bras can contribute to breast cancer. I told her that I think it's disgusting to go braless. It's tasteless to go around flopping in the wind and that little research wasn't enough to make me change my mind. Crazy pipes up from the back seat and says, "Well I think if it saves lives I'm not wearing a bra any more." I said," Eeeeiiiiwwwww! That's disgusting. I can never see just having the girls flopping every which way." She said, "There are cultures that don't believe in wearing bras." I said, "We are not there. We are in America and in America we wear bras." She got really quiet, I guess because she was mad that I didn't agree with her. I'm not the type of person that jumps on the bandwagon of every crazy research or fad. Come on now.

Another friend of mine told me what she was planning on naming her son when he was born and I immediately said, "Eeeiiiwwww! Are you serious? That is a horrible name." If you don't want the truth don't ask me.

On the other hand, if we are talking about clients or my bosses, then I might not be as honest as previously mentioned. That might not be in my best interest.

Are you always honest with people when giving them your opinion?

I am so not myself today. After a crushing defeat my Ravens experienced at the hands of the Squealers, I mean Steelers last night I just can't function today.

I'm not sure I can get over this loss. I"m glad it wasn't a beat down or a slaughter. It was a respectable 10-13 loss but still. It doesn't lessen the pain any. Oh well.....hold on....give me a minute.

In other news I've mapped out my timeline and plan for my move to Atlanta! I am so excited about this. It feels real now and I can't wait. I just put in for a few days off so that I can fly down there and check out a few more apartments and line up some interviews with a few head hunters. Wish me luck. I'll keep you all posted on everything.

I had so much fun with my 30 Day Blog Challenge that I am going to do it again!!!! I really did have a blast! Starting Thursday I will, again, blog for 30 straight days.

If you want to join in on the fun please feel free. All you have to do is post on your blog and link back to my blog in your post so that everyone knows you are participating. I can't wait to see what you guys come up with!

I would post specific topics for specific days you can blog about but I may veer off those topics if something exciting or interesting happens.

I am a reality TV junkie. I love reality TV. Good, bad, trashy, I don't care, I love reality TV. One such show I've found that I love is Jerseylicious. Don't judge me. I love that show!

It's not because I was born in Jersey because if that was the case I'd like Jersey Shore and I hate that show. I'm all about fashion, hair and makeup and this show is right up my alley. It focuses more on fighting and drama then fashion, hair and makeup but whatevs.

I love the unmitigated hate because Olivia and Tracy. Alexa gets on my nerves and I am so glad Gayle is about to fire her ass.

I love Frankie and Gigi together. They are too cute. Why is Anthony managing the Gatsby when he has his own shop to run? That is beyond me.

Am I the only one that watches this show? OK, I'll leave now.

Ok folks. I finally figured out why I don't have a man.

I was in the employee break room yesterday morning getting coffee so that I could curb my hunger until lunch time when I noticed my crush was already in there. It seems that every morning I go in there he is there. Anyway, I give him a very nonchalant, "Morning". Very cool. Never give 'em too much.

I was dumping my 15th package of sugar in my mug when I turned around to deposit it into the trash can then IT happened. I tripped over my feet!! There was nothing on the ground! I stumbled on nothing! I did what any self respecting clutz would do, I looked down to see what I may have tripped over. Smooth.

Yeah people, I'm smooth.