•• Pretty Distraction ••

I sometimes feel that I’m living in the wrong place. I could invision myself in someplace fantastic like… Las Vegas, or New York. Though I’ve never been to New York, so my idea of what it’s like there is like two ends of a spectrum. See, there’s the “Sex and the City” type of New York.. THAT’s where I’d like to be. Writing a sex column, living in a nice brownstone, etc. Then of course, there is that other end of the spectrum.. the one that is the rough area, and I’d have to worry about peeking out my window. Yeah, that one? I don’t want to live there. -laughs-  However, I have been to Las Vegas, and I love it. No, really… I LOVE it. I like the excitement, the lights, the action, the atmosphere, and who wouldn’t like to be able to say they are from some place exciting like VEGAS BABY! Oh, but no. That’s not my reality. See, I’m trapped (yes, trapped lol) in a middle of nowhere. Oh sure, we are a ‘city’ and there are a few things here to do. But, in my dreams I’m living in Vegas or NYC. I also have an odd fascination with Ivy League Schools. Mainly Harvard and Yale. Ahhh, to go back and do it all over again.

Now, back to reality… I’m in Oklahoma. And, you know.. we are “OK”. In all seriousness, there are some things that are nice about Oklahoma. The cost of living is fairly low, people are extremely friendly and love to talk, we have casinos (on Indian Land), we can NOW get TATTOOs! (that’s right, welcome to the real world now baby!), we have the lottery (there’s still hope of me winning my millions), and our Bricktown is now becoming a ‘mini’ San Antonio or West End.

Until that day that I’m living in a Dream City, I’ll be here… coming to you from Oklahoma, as if I’m living in the places that I dream of. And I’ll keep being that “City Girl” that’s from a not-so-big city for now.