But I Thought It Was Gum. . .Stupid Things Said by “Celebrities”

Poor, poor Paris Hilton. She “borrowed” a purse that she actually Tweeted about previously buying only to have a packet of cocaine tumble out of it. In front of a cop. . . poor thing had to come up with an excuse, so “I thought it was gum,” became the laugh heard around the world.

I don’t like drugs, don’t use and while I have been around them in my younger, college days, they didn’t do anything for me. Not even an ounce of curiosity could make me cross that line. Sure, I find it fascinating to read what Nikki Sixx and Ozzy Osborn have to say about their days trying everything, including an incident when the only thing to shoot was Jack Daniels. It interests me to see how they got there, what made them change and the slips along the way.

But you could lay out the illegal drug of your choice in front of me and I will not find it appealing, at all. And if you are a guy that I might be interested in dating? Well, that pretty much ends it for me. I don’t care for the drama, so it is best we part ways now. That way you can go on your merry little way and do what you think is great fun.

But I have to question the handlers of Paris, Lindsey and the like. Can’t someone explain to them that just because they have fame and fortune, life still has consequences? Or how about the next time one of this little girls go on and on about how tough fame is they have to pay me a sum of money. Or force them to come live with me, on my paycheck, and see how life really is.

I have a hard time believing Ms. Hilton when she has been busted for drugs at least three times this summer. Sorry honey, but me thinks you like the pot and coke a bit too much. And the baby voice? You are nearing 30 with no real marketable skills, how about acting your age and realizing that not everyone gets that pampered, privileged life you lead.

And the sad part, you don’t even appreciate what you have been given. The good you could do by aligning yourself with a great cause or even working somewhere, doing something. Being paid to party is not a job sweetie. I promise. And I wouldn’t trade my life for yours for all the money in the world.

I may not be rich, but at least I have friends, real ones, that love me. I have a roof over my head, a car that runs and a cat that is well loved and taken care of; I would love to be out of debt, even go back to school so I could teach but I will make do with my meager wages because at least I can tell what is gum and what is not.


What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

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