Holy Smokes

Man. This blogging stuff is no joke.  There is so much to learn. So many different things I had NO idea about until I really started to research it.  You guys are my HEROS!! I spent my entire night listening to whatever was on Bravo and reading tips and tricks of the trade.  I followed, liked, commented and just browsed for almost 3 hours last night. I didn’t know there was so much that went into successful blogging. I loved learning new things and am actually excited to dig further into it.

One of the biggest things I learned is that I need to find a niche.  What do I want to talk about? What do people want to read? Should I do a food post? Should I talk about everything Bravo? When do I schedule my posts for? How many people should I follow on twitter? SO. MANY. THINGS! So much to talk about! I am still working on a plan. So hang in there. I promise I will have some good stuff.  Some funny stuff.  Some serious stuff. Lots of stuff.  I just got to get a plan.  I love a plan.  I love writing things down in a notebook and having them come to life.  So that’s what I will do this weekend.  I’ll plan.  I will buy a new notebook (because one can never have enough notebooks) and sit and think and learn and create.  And I could not be more excited about it.

So thank you to those few who took the time to encourage me yesterday. Thank you for sticking with me on this and making it fun and exciting for me.  I can honestly say I am super excited for this journey and the things that could come from it.

Here’s to a weekend of happy planning,

-Fries

 

 

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Why Fries?

Hola. And welcome to Fries. A blog about a chic in the South who had her heart broken by a man who didn’t tell her he was getting married in June.  That’s right. I fell in love with an unavailable man. I never thought it would happen to me. But it did. He lied.  I was dumb. And now he is getting married in June.  He still texts me and I’m not strong enough to stop it. We were best friends and it’s hard to let it go. But I am trying.  Every damn day I try and forget him.  And it is so damn hard. I don’t know if people are going to hate me for it, or love me for being honest about it.  It was an honest mistake.  We live in different cities and he is great at hiding things.  But I am sad.  I’m sad I lost someone I thought I was going to be with. I’m sad for the gal he is marrying.  She has no idea he is in love with someone else who knows him better than she does.

So Fries it is. I am going to pour my heart into this space and hopefully heal. I am going to get out everything I have bottled up to a bunch of people I don’t know.  I feel like it will be easier to be judged by people who don’t know me rather than the ones that love me.  Is that messed up? Probably be.   But I have got to try something.  This heartache shit if for the birds.  I hate it. So here I am.  Doing this. Talking about stuff that I love, like fries. And well done fries.  Always well done.  I HATE soggy fries.  Give me the crispy fries every. single. time.

I have lived a lot of life in my short 30 ish years and think I have some good stuff to share.  I’ll make you laugh some.  Cry some.  And probably scream a bit too.  I am no where close to having it all together.  My shit is messy.  But isn’t everyone’s? We all have our things that make us messy.  I think trying to pretend like we have it all together is lame. Lets be messy together and help each other clean it up.

Thanks for being here. Thanks for helping me heal. I look forward to getting out all my messy shit and learning along the way.

Also, and probably most importantly, I love my fries with MAYO. There.  I feel freer already.