*this post is inspired by a conversation I overhead between a few 20-something year olds. I learned so much waiting in line at the drug store. ;-)
The word on the street is - you have to say you are fabulous to actually be fabulous.
Hell, I thought it just came naturally.
You have to tell people you are fabulous.
Just a little nudge nudge.
Then you have to make sure that your circle believes that they are also fabulous.
Next thing you know, you are all surrounded around one another and telling each other just how fabulous the other person is.
Oh.. and then you tweet it out, and have them tweet it out. Then meet up for cocktails and make sure to take lots of pics and post them on Facebook and Instagram. Be sure to tag everyone. Write some witty, cynical description.. just to bait the poor suckers who aren't as cool as you to comment accordingly.
Yes, yes.. that's how it works.
I've decided to give the whole fabulosity bit a try. (Imagine me standing in front of the mirror, taking a deep breath and repeating these words:)
"Nicole, you are freaking fabulous. Did you hear me? Fan-f*cking-tastic. My goodness, I've never met anyone like you before. You just bring sooo much to the table. OMG. You are AMAZING."
I'm fabulous, and apparently everyone loves me.
Pass the Koolaid.. and let's all join hands and sing kumbayah... no wait.. not kumbayah.. maybe something a little more Fergalicious...
Now shine on, biotches. Shine on.