I’m not perfect.
None of you are surprised to hear that, I know. But my point is that not only am I not perfect, but I have no desire to appear perfect. Not to you or anyone.
There’s too much pressure in perfection. Besides, most people know it’s a lie, don’t they? I know I have, at [...]
Truth In Blogging: Some People Are Bitches
by Miss Britt on November 23, 2009 49 Comments »
The Ocean Doesn’t Care
by Miss Britt on September 21, 2009 63 Comments »
“It doesn’t matter if you go to the ocean to fill up a thimble or a bucket, the ocean doesn’t care”
- Wayne Dyer
There is no better place to ask questions than beside the ocean.
Because the ocean doesn’t care.
You can wade into the ocean fat and white, with puckered thighs and dimpled cheeks. You can lounge [...]
What Now?
by Miss Britt on September 19, 2009 60 Comments »
I’m sitting on a fourth floor balcony overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. I’m looking at the beach, listening to the waves, but I haven’t stepped foot on it yet.
I haven’t stepped foot much of anywhere this weekend. It’s after 3:00 on Saturday afternoon and I’ve left my hotel room exactly once to steal coffee from the [...]
20 Things I Want You To Hear
by Miss Britt on July 15, 2009 102 Comments »
Blog memes are like bell bottoms.
It doesn’t matter how good or bad of an idea they were in the first place, they always come back around eventually.
The most recent one to resurface is the “Things I Would Love To Say” post. The way it works is that the blogger makes a list of random things [...]
On Choosing and Being Chosen
by Miss Britt on March 11, 2009 136 Comments »
I got knocked up about two months after my 19th birthday.
A year later, 9 years ago today, I was married.
When you find yourself pregnant, a mother, and a wife – in that order – you give up on some fantasies. You never have the surprise proposal on a weekend getaway, with the boyfriend whose [...]
Alive
by Miss Britt on November 19, 2008 65 Comments »
Sometimes it’s subtle. Other times blatant and bitter. And other times still it’s simply a longing that I am all too familiar with.
It must be nice, they say.
It must be nice to travel.
It must be nice to have weekends with the girls.
It must be nice to live grand adventures and dramatic moments that [...]







