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The quest for the perfect bridesmaid dresses is a challenge to many brides. Choosing the right dress that not only fits them but also you and your wedding theme can be a daunting task. Make little mistake and check out our tips / things to consider before nailing down on your bridesmaid dresses.
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Set a budget as to how much you are willing to spend on your bridesmaids’ dresses. Starting with a practical budget can help you make important decisions along the way.
Who is Paying?
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That said, will you be paying for the dresses or do you require the bridesmaids to pay for their own dresses? Although, it is more common for the bride to pay for the bridesmaids’ dresses.
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Decide on a color palette for your wedding before you set to decide on the color…
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Probably the worst tasting Starbucks drink ever to be created. Literally tastes like a unicorn went to chipotle and shit in a cup.
An instant star of social media platforms, it’s literally on all of them check. Starbucks released this limited time drink in all stores this week. Being completely different than all other drink releases the description on the drink is absolutely terrible.
The Starbucks description reads:
“The flavor-changing, color-changing, totally-not-made-up Unicorn Frappuccino. Magical flavors start off sweet and fruity transforming to pleasantly sour. Swirl it to reveal a color-changing spectacle of purple and pink. It’s finished with whipped cream sprinkled pink and blue fairy powders.”
How it should be described:
This drink misses its mark on all levels. The sweetness completely overpowers the flavors of the drink. Its sourness is a blue raspberry that takes away from the mango syrup. The consistency doesn’t help the uniqueness in flavor. It has a…
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The strength of any tree is in its trunk. Your strength comes from your core so make sure you build in some core strengthening to your daily routine.
Training with good form and taking strength from your core will work over time but some specifics will make a difference quicker.
Also take time for your back-” – between the two they are the things standing you up straight every day.
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It was another hectic car chase with Lindsay today following her from her mandatory community service at the Red Cross. I always thought chasing someone on the streets was already crazy but successful following someone on the freeway took skills and balls. Especially when Lindsay was behind the wheel pretending it was the Indy 500 trying to get away from us. She wanted to stay out of the public eye because of the recent bad press about her rock star lifestyle. Of course, the media blew it out proportion calling her a troubled lost young adult, not resembling her younger former self. In any case, she didn’t give up all day long which seemed like she wasn’t going to give it up without a fight.
We were determined to get a shot of her because everyone wanted to know what she was up to and everyone loves a fall from grace story. We carefully navigate our cars in and out of traffic, amazingly not causing any traffic accidents. She thankfully gets off the freeway heading towards Hollywood. We all prepare ourselves for her landing, telling my partner in the other car to get ready. She drives into a residential neighborhood, finally stopping at her assistant’s house.
We quickly park our rides right in the middle of street blocking incoming traffic. We try to shoot her as soon as she gets out of her car but she puts her jacket over her head running towards the house as we try to get any kind of angle of her face but failing miserably. We then make the cardinal sin by getting on her property but I noticed what we were going and I stopped myself but unfortunately it didn’t stop the others from trying to take pictures of her. Looking at other paps not give a fuck about her private space as they walk all over the assistants Rose garden, shooting her right on her doorstep as she walks in to get away from the savages.
Most of the paps decide to leave because they all felt like she wasn’t going out anymore because we acted like such animals towards her on the way in. My partner and I were the only ones to stay behind because we didn’t great shots of her going in. We quietly stayed inside of our cars hoping that she would step out again trying to get something for all our hard work today. An hour passes by as I start becoming claustrophobic inside of my own car.
I had to step outside, lighting up a fag. My partner had the same brilliant idea joining me outside as we smoked right in front of Lindsay’s house. As we were trying to relax we hear a faint call in the distance. It was Lindsay asking for a match.
We turn around looking at Lindsay walk towards us as we both don’t react to what was happening. She casually walks up towards us asking for a light again as my partner finally gives her a lighter. There was a bit of awkward silence for a couple of minutes as you would imagine as we both look at Lilo both of us thinking, why the hell we are not shooting the shit out her. She breaks the uncomfortable silence by talking about the weather as we respond with one word answers still in shock to what was going on. We were in the Twilight Show where she was a normal person and we weren’t scumbag paparazzis trying to get a photo.
We were just normal people sharing a metaphorical fire together using the bond of lung cancer. Looking at her carefully smoking her cigarette, she didn’t look like a troubled or lost person. She looked like any another young woman trying to get her shit together but with the add pressure of media. If we were in her shoes we wouldn’t probably handle it as well as she did. She finished her last puff saying it was great talking to us even though we only said a couple of words. It was nice to see we could be normal people if only for a couple of minutes.
She walked back into her house as we walk back into our cars thinking about how amazing that interaction was between us and Lindsay. A couple of minutes later she came out with her assistant as we start shooting her again, walking towards her car pretending that we didn’t have an incredible bond we made just minutes ago.
But this is what it is, a symbiotic relationship between the hunted and the hunters, but always knowing we were all the same.
Just a bunch of people trying to make sense of this crazy ass world we are living in which all of us trying are best and hopefully we can stop cutting each other down, but let’s face it.
Haters are going to hate. It’s easy to say shit while you’re looking up from the bottom. I say “fuck em,” give them a reason to hate and just do you. Remember not everyone liked Jesus, but it didn’t stop him from being legendary.
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I stand across from you
in our tiny studio apartment
letting the silence fill up the space
as I wonder what happened to us.
We used to be inseparable,
but now we’re ghost, haunting each other
waiting on faith like Jack and Rose
onboard the Titanic.
I wonder if one our cats could talk,
what they would say?
They probably would say what we were
too scared to say.
That this is over.
There’s no going back.
You can’t put a Band Aid
in a gaping hole.
So, I stand across from you
in our tiny studio apartment.
Between us an ocean of unhappiness
waiting for a life raft.
As a kid,
I’ve always wanted to capture
but I wondered what
would I’ve done
if I actually caught one?
So day in
with a smile on my face
just for the chance to write
my own story.
Because isn’t that the only reason
why we do anything?
Why we abuse
until we are halfway to our graves.
We want to be remembered.
We want our words
to live on past the afterlife
making us immortal.
We are tired of not being the narrative
because we want to stand out.
We want to become heroes
in our own story.
So, I remain steadfast
with my pen
waiting for the opportunity,
still chasing that dragon.
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