My Journey

Gurl, I have a question for you, what the hell were you thinking?! That documentary on Netflix has definitely not endured you with the public. Of course, I also think people just like to tear others to shreds these days for the littlest offence. I guess it gives them a feeling of superiority, which if you ask me is a bit self-righteous, like they haven’t done anything wrong in their lives. Back to that documentary, it does seem to highlight a very big lapse of judgment on you

I’m well known for diving in and tackling issues, so I’m going to go ahead and do that now: why do you hate him so much? Is it because of what he said? Or because of who he is? Or has his unfortunate situation given you another opportunity to jump on your soap box and declare how awful another person is? I ask because this whole thing seems to be blown out of proportion for an event that happens pretty much on a regular basis in New Orleans, getting drunk and being obnoxious.

First off—yes, I know this is going to be a cliché, but it took me forever to write to you. Why may you ask? Isn’t it obvious? You, dear Procrastination, are the master of distraction. You can’t really blame others for getting sidetracked when you’re involved, can you? Though, maybe you do—but you shouldn’t. It’s just easier to do anything but what I’m supposed to. Right now, I should be working on my new book, but instead, here I am, writing this letter to you (which, unsurp