One Year Closer To Boobs & Botox

Guess what people? I am officially 23! And after being depressed for a week because I can no longer be included in the age 18-22 category, I finally came to terms with the inevitable. I'm thinking I won't need botox or fake boobs for at least another 10 years...maybe 15 if I take good care of myself.

So anyway, EW woke me up early on my birthday and asked me to come to the living room for a big surprise. And there it was, staring right at me, a brand new, shiny, hot pink Dell laptop! How the hell did he know that that's exactly what I had wanted for my birthday!? Well it might have been the fact that I had been complaining about not having a pink laptop for the past few months. But let's pretend he didn't know and he totally just read my inner thoughts. Either way, he is an amazing man and I would love him whether he got me a present or not.

So after getting my birthday present, we drove up to Manhattan to see Phantom of The Opera which is one of the best shows ever created. Cabaret is still the best but Phantom is a very close contender. Our seats were 10 rows back from the stage so the view was awesome. And the female singer had such a powerful voice, I told EW that she would totally kick ass if she were a contestant on American Idol. Only I don't think she can since she is under a Broadway contract.

After the show, we went to a new restaurant/lounge called Aspen. The place can only be described as super modern/wooden cabin. It was super chic and minimalistic but had all the essentials of a ski cabin. They even had a ceiling which was covered in deer antlers. During dinner, we ate delicious cheese fondue, spilled a few drinks, drank a few drinks, and had a great time talking about our future together. Then we had sleepy time at the Westin. We usually stay at the W Hotel in Time Square but the Westin was closer to the theater we were going to.

When I got home from NY, I went the the famous Philadelphia Flower Show with "Po" and saw this one flower display that was just breathtaking. I told "Po" that my wedding decor is going to look exactly like it no matter what the cost is.

I also bought a cute flower vase which holds 24 small flowers. It was $110 and I got it for $48!!!!!!! Sorry, I get really excited when I get stuff for cheap.

Initially, I wasn't going to have a big birthday party this year because of my schedule, but it freed up last minute so I decided to have a party at Zee Bar. it's my favorite after hours club in Philly, and they were nice enough to give me a table and a bottle for my big day. So my next post will probably a bunch of crazy drunk photos of a bunch of sexy drunk girls.

Stay tuned!!

My Response To Your Arrogance

I received a very rude and obnoxious
super long lettercomment from one of my blog readers a while back and I have finally decided to acknowledge it. Not only is it the most hypocritical comment I have ever read, whoever this person is didn’t even have the balls to admit who they were.

So, here is the letter along with my response which follows each paragraph in bold letters.


Hi Julie,
(Hi Dear)

I just read some of your blog entries. While interesting & some statements being true, you’re also a false gatherer of information as far as your facts. You are a prime example of your own thoughts. However, I don’t expect less or more from you regarding the lifestyle you live, your company, your adventures, endeavors, etc. You’re beautiful, talented, skillful & independent financially at most from what I’ve seen, heard & witnessed of you myself.
(I’m glad you read my blogs..keep on reading! And thank you for the compliments, even though you totally diss me in the rest of your letter.)

You are one of the biggest “Attention Whores” I socially know of. You’re extremely “High Maintenance” for a young woman your age. You couldn’t afford your lifestyle if it weren’t for the people who have noticed, hired you & your dancers for whatever social need within the nightlife/restaurant/media/entertainment industries. You crave the same attention as those “Drunk Girls”. You need men & women to recognize the purpose you’re hired for when go-go dancing, making Green-Legion girl appearances for example & all the cool things you experience through your own sweat & blood.
(Am I high maintenance? Yes I am. Do I love attention? Of course! Have I done a Green Legion appearance? I might have done one or two. Well, let me ask you something.. are you my fucking stalker? Because you sure as hell sound like one. And my “lifestyle” is none of your business thank you very much)

Seriously though, get real girl. Who are you to point fingers, criticize, evaluate, brand, shun those who you yourself are the same within those social factors. You’re no better or worse than those drunk girls or maybe you are. I’ve seen you drunk & throwing up, I’ve seen you around Ed, who by the way is a waste of your time & you could probably do much better. You definitely not the most beautiful girl I’ve seen but you’re one of them, like myself. Stop the bullshit please girl, you are so fake in more ways then one but too blurred to see it because of your social status or whatever that is you call it in your head.
(First off, where have you seen me throwing up because I’m a lady and only throw up within the confines of my own toilet. But it’s already a known fact that you stalk me so I will remember to search for peepholes in my bathroom wall later on today. Second, EW is not a waste of my time. He is one of a kind and sometimes I think I don’t deserve him. And finally, I never ever said I was the most beautiful girl. I’m actually super self conscious so thanks for adding to my complex!! Geez.)

Facebook, 1,500 friends, airbrushed pictures, dancing in clubs, being in calendars, I could go on but you’re not worth more than the effort I’m giving to even piss you off. Whether you respond or not. Please do, at least I know some of the things expressed even if not true hit home. All these social websites do Julie is give people like you & me a place to indirectly communicate with other people who we see everyday, almost everyday or not a all. It’s a sad social dysfunction that sadly gives functional purposes of self validation from others, a popuraity contest of whose who in front of a camera that captures the moment at hand. Technology has really propelled modern life, even yours sadly but successful. I can’t imagine but I can start to realize who you wouldn’t be without the need to make yourself known to others If it weren’t for the internet.
(If I’m not worth the effort then why are you writing me an 8 paragraph letter? And your perception of social networks is so narrow minded that it makes me want to vomit. Social networks are our present and most definitely our future. While most people use it to stay in contact with people, I go a step further and make my social networking experience very profitable. Go me!)

Your a little piece of the puzzle to what really matters socially & within the industries you flourish. God knows you’re not Kim Kardashian by a long shot. You can definitely make millions though, it’d the only way to live your lifestyle to it’s fullest. Your insecurities are masked & presented almost flawlessly through your need to stand out & be the pretty girl or at most one of them, when really your like me, your friends & a million women all over the world who have entertainment companies. You’ve slept with managers, owners, so called socialites who can never make you “The One” cause your a dime dozen within their worlds. Trust me I know, I’m married to a millionaire but at least I got a ring on my finger to prove that I’m first priority if not the only woman. My conquest in love is the beginning to my end.
(Woah woah..please don’t compare me to anyone physically because everyone is beautiful in their own way. Even you, which I hope you aren’t because your attitude in life SUCKS BALLS. And I have never slept with any managers, owners, or so called socialites...but I have kissed a few. Sorry, I don’t kiss and tell! And I love how you base your self worth on the ring on your finger. That has got to be the best thing you wrote because it shows to me what you deem important. And honey, I will never need a man to make me feel important.)

You have all the right things to say about others but what about you Julie? Try being a real blogger, write, inform & share your flaws with women like yourself, young girls who look up to you or may want/need to. Don’t put on this I have glitter in my veins bullshit when you & I both know your self- proclaimed notarized gifts are streamed to a bigger world within your jobs/careers. Dance harder than that literally. Lightenen up it’s almost never over. LOL, I ain’t hating just calling it like I see it. Isn’t that what you do? So really whose the fake, drunk, needy, obsessed, insecure in some ways that’s why you tend to yourself the way you do but how much can you drench yourself in Julie? Your ambitious but naive to how & what women want. As far as men well, your cute dogs instill all you want in a man but need in yourself in order to know that you may never meet that formula of a man who does od doesn’t exist for you.
(I’m curious as to what you think a “real blogger” is. I plop my butt down in front of the TV and type on my laptop. I think that qualifies me enough to be a blogger. Even though I hate that word, I don’t know why so don’t ask. And why would I want to broadcast my flaws to the world? I personally don’t think people want to know about that single hair that grows on my chest once a month…ok stalker?)

Don’t hate me for my thoughts, just don’t accept what you don’t like or agree with. Start showing who you really are inside. What else besides makeup faced, over rated expensive clothes, dancing on podiums, posing for perfection imperfect, straightened hair, IPhones, little trips taken with your girls or your boo, pictures, websites, free entrances in clubs, VIP areas in clubs, etc. What importance are you really to the rest of the world & what truly matters. Yes your family & friends think highly of you. Your friends talk more shit about you then you’ll ever witness or read about. You status will grow in time to 3,000 Facebook friends but you can have more If you work harder. Live the dream girl! It’s what you preach right?!!!
(I don’t hate you. In fact, I love you for entertaining me for all of 20 minutes! Oh and PS. Why the hell did you write this letter to me at 4am in the morning??? Shouldn’t you be sexing your millionaire husband or something? And one more thing, please reveal your name. I’de like to sit down and have some coffee with you. I love people who have true opinions and aren’t afraid to speak their mind. Go you!)

And for some exciting news! EW and I are going to NY tomorrow for my birthday to see my favorite show EVER! Phantom of The Opera!!! We even dressed up as Phantom of the Opera for Halloween one year.