I have a secret obsession; I LOVE to highlight words, write my name in highlighter, etc. I don’t care what color it is. It can be blue, pink, green, orange, or yellow. It doesn’t matter to me. I don’t know why, but I love to highlight anything on paper. I know it sounds weird, but I’m obsessed with it.
I honestly don’t know why I am obsessed with highlighting. Now you know, I am obsesses with highlighting anything on paper.
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martes, 28 de septiembre de 2010
martes, 21 de septiembre de 2010
Jellyfish
I have a fear of jellyfish; never liked to be anywhere remotely near them. Each time we have crossed paths, I have gotten stung. And trust me, it’s not fun at all; it hurts REALLY badly!
Luckily, I’ve only crossed paths with them a couple times so far, but I still have a legitimate reason to dislike them.
I’m so afraid of jellyfish that during jellyfish season, I will NOT under any circumstances get in the water. I’m even reluctant to walk the beach because they wash up on the shore a lot of times and I’m afraid I’ll step on one and get stung.
I’m almost positive that I will NEVER like to be around jellyfish because of what they have done to me in the past.
P.S. You can ask anyone of my friends that have been to the beach with me; I’m not kidding about not going in at all during jellyfish season.
Luckily, I’ve only crossed paths with them a couple times so far, but I still have a legitimate reason to dislike them.
I’m so afraid of jellyfish that during jellyfish season, I will NOT under any circumstances get in the water. I’m even reluctant to walk the beach because they wash up on the shore a lot of times and I’m afraid I’ll step on one and get stung.
I’m almost positive that I will NEVER like to be around jellyfish because of what they have done to me in the past.
P.S. You can ask anyone of my friends that have been to the beach with me; I’m not kidding about not going in at all during jellyfish season.
martes, 7 de septiembre de 2010
My Secret Love...

Okay, I guess it is time to confess my secret love…. My secret love’ name is french-fries and ice-cream. I adore it together! When people hear this, a grimace spreads across their face almost immediately. I don’t understand why they give me a look of disgust when they haven’t even tried it yet! I admit, it does sound kind of disgusting; the sweet ice cream and the salty French fries, but it gives them no right to frown upon it if they haven’t tried it yet.
I know that I was very reluctant in trying it for the first time, but Sabrina convinced me after a while that it would taste delicious. I tried it and what do you know, I LOVE it!
So here is my advice to you: You never until you try it for the first time and there is a first time for everything. I’m basically trying to tell you to try French fries and icecream!
martes, 31 de agosto de 2010
V...S...
That one question that haunts me, everytime they ask me, “Hey Victoria, what’s your secret?” And everytime they recive the same reply, “I DON’T HAVE A SECRET!!!”
I honestly don’t understand what or why they find it funny (unless they just want to annoy me and see my reaction). My initials are supposed to stand for Victoria Sherry, not, Victoria’s Secret.
I really hate it when people ask me that question.
I honestly don’t understand what or why they find it funny (unless they just want to annoy me and see my reaction). My initials are supposed to stand for Victoria Sherry, not, Victoria’s Secret.
I really hate it when people ask me that question.
martes, 24 de agosto de 2010
All Dressed Up...

I’m walking around the mall, hanging out with friends; seems like the perfect afternoon, doesn’t it? Well, it’s not. It’s not a perfect afternoon because even though I’m enjoying myself, everywhere I look, there seems to be a woman carrying their dog in their Coach purse all dressed up. They are dressed up with boots on their paws, have bows in their fur, and wear what looks to be a very uncomfortable jumpsuit.
Whenever I look at the poor dogs, I feel so sorry for them. They are forced to wear boots that probably hurt their paws, get all dressed up just to go to the mall, and have to look and act like show dogs in a dog competition. I’m not a dog owner, but if I was, I would never dress my dog up or put them through that torture.
Can you imagine yourself in the innocent dog’s perspective or position? Imagine yourself; you’re being forced to wear this outfit that your owner thinks makes you look adorable when all it really does is make you look like a show dog. Imagine having to sit in an uncomfortable position in a purse while your owner does their errands or goes shopping for about two and a half hours. Imagine yourself having to walk around (when you get the chance) in Go-Go boots for hours until your owner decides to give you a break and takes them off. Can you imagine doing that just about every day? I know I can’t!
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