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I'm pretty certain that this blog address is taylorball.blogspot.com. I'm also pretty confident that I was fortunate to be named Taylor Ball. And since this is MY blog, I am assuming this falls under the freedom of speech category. I would hope so....because if it doesn't, I'm fucked.

I've always had a little following of people who read this. And although I love you Mom, Janna, Kendall, Laura, and others...I don't do it for you. I do it to release whatever shit I am harboring at the time. So far it has proven to be pretty effective at getting those feelings out of my body and into space. Or your computer screen.

But in the past few days, I have become un-blissfully aware that I have some readers with ill intentions. Both of which felt the need to send me a lengthy message to my Facebook account. I really don't fucking get it. Facebook? Have you people never heard of picking up the phone? Especially you dad...my phone number has been the same since 2004. It's not going anywhere. In fact, I will post it on here so that there is no confusion. Next time you feel like bitching your daughter out on a SOCIAL NETWORKING SITE....think again. Because on Saturday, I was at a bar with friends, and you did nothing to effect me. Except maybe that I ordered another drink and toasted to you hating me. I was called selfish, heartless, cold, and spoiled in your psychotic rant. You know what? Maybe you're right. In fact, you are. I will agree with you on each insult:

1) Selfish: I spent hundreds of dollars on Christmas presents this year (don't hold your breath for yours to arrive anytime soon by the way) and while in the midst of shopping for my wonderful family I stopped by JCrew and spent 10 dollars on a metallic coin purse. I am so selfish I can hardly look at myself.

2) Heartless: I basically give the veteran at the intersection of 1604 and Bandera 3 bucks every time I see him. I tell him Jesus loves him. I'm so heartless I can barely sleep at night.

3) Cold: I am bitter, angry and mad all the time. No one wants to spend time with me. I have no friends. My family hates me. I've been exiled from the city limits. Get real.

4) Spoiled: That man on the corner? There are many days he makes more than I do. I don't have a daddy who will pay for my 4 years at a University...much less send me a check on my birthday. I'm so spoiled I drive a new Camaro, I have diamonds dripping from my neck, and I just recently bought a condo in Alamo Heights. I also plan on taking a cruise around the world. Get. A. Clue. You are pretty much preaching to the choir with that one Mr. 14 televisions in one house...Mr. I have 4 cars and have taken an equal number away from my children, my flesh and blood.

Let me just tell you....Everyone's caught on to everything you do.

The other person I discussed will remain nameless. The only purpose for this unnecessary act of kindness is because I adore your boyfriend. He is not my friend, he is my family. And it's not worth it. I'm not interested in your dude. I'm not interested in your drama. I just happen to have a 20 year history with him that I'm not prepared to lose. As you can see in the above paragraphs, I have enough shit to worry about in my life right now and really don't want to have to ask my doctor for anxiety pills. Go in peace.

Final Note to Above Recipients: I really don't want to have to change this web address. I don't deal well with sudden 180's. Don't hold my writing against me. It will never work.

Ring Leader

I am a circus member. Specifically the one whose job title is "Juggler." I have so many balls up in the air right now. One is bound to fall. Which I'd be okay with because honestly I'm getting a little tired.

Breathe in, breathe out.

BCBG stockholders...if you're reading this, you should probably just sign over the entire Fall 2009 line straight over to me. I can assure you that no one could, would, or ever should wear it or appreciate it more than yours truly.

I drank two Sonic drinks last night that consisted of 53% alcohol and 47% fruit content. Then we skipped 7th period and missed band run though.

Plug

One of my best friends and a woman of my own heart, Janna Joseph, has fallen so deeply in love with my blog lifestyle that she sought to make one of her own. And it's uh.maze.ing. I'm like a proud mama. Follow her blog for what promises to be just as, if not more cynical than the very one you are reading now. I love most of you. And I hope some of you slip on ice.

http://feverishfluidity.blogspot.com

-T

Change of Plans

Wait WHAT? There's already a song called "Lying Eyes"...?! Damn, that's what I named the first song I wrote!

Shit...what to do, what to do? Changing to "You Said You Wouldn't Get Bored" or "What Happened to Traveling?" Also considering "Indian Style on the Driveway was a Waste of Time" or "Eskimo Kisses in Bars."

Anyways, I am assuming it will still hit the top of the Billboard Charts....no matter what name I unlovingly give it.

Vintage

1) I have never seen one single episode of The Simpsons. Not one. We weren't allowed to watch it growing up, and I guess the habit stuck. People usually freak when I tell them this. I don't feel like I'm missing out on anything.

2) I have had baby fever for the past decade.

3) I had a fainting spell in Petsmart 2 months ago. Someone brought in a python. I no longer purchase Haleigh's food there.

4) If you know me then you know my obsession with Jon and Kate plus 8. It's indescribable. Weird? Yes. Controllable? No.

5) I <3 wine. Mostly Reislings but I don't discriminate. There are some meals that I HAVE to have it with. Like chicken salad sandwhiches.

6) I have true love for all the girls I teach at the dance studio. But sometimes I just want to shake their little heads though and say..."If you only knew what I know now!!" They are precious.

7) I'm unlike a lot of people because I loved high school so much. I made the best memories and lifelong friends. I wouldn't have traded it for the world.

8) My best friend Jennifer thinks that everyone has some little weird thing about them. You know, OCD qualities. For example, she is addicted to The Sims. To the point of life separation. I went for a long while thinking that I had no weird qualities...which made me proud to be normal. She then informed me that the fact that I check perezhilton, tmz, people, and usmagazine.com umpteen times a day from my sidekick could possibly be my "weird thing".

9) If I could pick anywhere in the world to live, I would be in NYC. No question.

10) I can't imagine loving anything more than I love my dog, Haleigh.

11) I can't stand Oprah. But not in a hatred way...more like an "I'll just ignore you and change the channel" type of way.

12) My middle name is Jeanne, (like Jean) after my grandmother. Sometimes I scare my granddaddy because he says I am an exact clone of her. The pictures of her in her 20s look just like me. But with good vintage clothes.

13) God is my rock. My life would be miserable and empty without knowing Him.

14) I became absolutely OBSESSED with the Caylee Anthony case. Much like I did with Elizabeth Smart...but this time was worse. I would stay up until 6 or 7 in the morning reading every piece of discovery that they released. I changed my major to criminal justice. Then came back to reality and changed it back.

15) I live in a pretty constant fear that my mom's cancer will come back.

16) I can only use medium point pens.

17) The guy at the nail salon calls me "black nail girl". Pretty self explanatory.

18) My dad doesn't give a shit about me. He hasn't for 6 years.

19) John Mayer is therapy like no other. He's been there for me when no other men were. lol

20) I get along WAY better with guys then I do with girls. I pretty much always have. And no bitches...this doesn't mean I love your boyfriend. It means I want to use him. Or shop with him. Or both.

21) I shop. Too much. No denying it anymore. Fact.

22) I quit my job of 4 years and have never been happier. But yes, I do realize that I will eventually have to work.

23) I want another tattoo. But don't feel like ever returning to the shade of white that my skin turned during my 1st one so I have held off.

24) I freak out in stressful situations. I am someone you DON'T want around during trauma. I'll get in the way, I'll cry, I'll just be annoying.

25) I prefer winter to summer...which contradicts the fact that I live in San Antonio. I live for scarves, hats, peacoats, coffee, and soup. I love it all.

An Open Letter

What I feel like telling all of those individuals who are in an unhappy, or semi-unhappy relationship based on habit, security, and guilt:

Dear Miserable in Milwaukee,

If you're not dying to throw them to the floor every chance you get...there's something wrong. Get. Out.

Sincerely,
Learned the Hard Way

Plug por mi hermano

My little brother is an amazingly talented photographer....and he jumped on the bandwagon and started a photo blog. Ch ch check it out.

http://photo9.tumblr.com/

Cumpleanos

Happy Birthday to yours truly....I am now (as Janna calls it) a quarter of a century old. Sick. So it seems as though this occasion called for a fiesta...which most of my friends attended. I had so much fun....reinforcing the fact that my friends are amazing and I would die without them. Having some friends in a band make it even better...it feels like home wherever we see them play. I got blitzed of course...but hey, it was my birthday.

If It Makes You Happy

Hello one, hello all. By the request of one internet stalker who shall not be named, I'm blogging. Are you happy now? I doubt you are.

So I finally decided to take the advice of a few of my friends and start writing lyrics. I've never really thought to do it, but I guess since I'm a little bit of a writer and a poetry fan...I might as well dabble. Dabble dabble dab. It's been interesting. I would post what I have so far on here...but knowing that there are people who dislike me in more ways than one who read this shit, I'd most likely hear my words belting from Carrie Underwood's mouth on KJ97 next July and then I'd have to blow some sort of gasket. I'm not one to sue so let's just dodge the bullet shall we?

I'm having a little bit of an issue with turning 25. It's not sitting well.

Please

More of my Christmas Wish List. Not that you care. Self-indulgent.

J. Crew Riding Boots. I curse the day Joanne showed them to me. Now I need. Them. Bad.