Valentine’s Day according to a 4th Grader

This is Jai-Swag (a self-given nickname) aka Jailynn my nine year old niece. She is my twin, mini me and so many other things. Every morning we wake up early, walk to school and discuss random little topics that are relevant to a girl in the 4^th grade. Since Valentine’s Day is coming up she decided she wanted to give me some advice of what to talk about on Twe1ve2. So here is her suggestion…a Valentine’s Day list according to a 4^th grader.

To the man I could never love.

Awhile ago I began writing a series of short stories per say on each of the different guys that have been in my life relationship wise. I have nothing to do with the stories anymore. So I figured why not share them here. Either you all will love how brutally honest I was when I wrote them or you'll hate me and unfollow my blog because of how disgusting I treated some people. There's Josh who I just didn't love and Charles who I wasn't physically attracted to and then there's John (and so many more). His was written out of scorn. Anyways this is basically the first one I wrote about Josh.

Twelve.

The other day I stayed up late and started thinking about numbers. Not numbers as in the amount of money you make, the economy, or anything similar to either of those. I decided to count out my number of sexual partners.

Fashion Friday: Vacation Time!

One of my main goals this year is to travel more, explore more, attend more events, blog more and over all just live a more enjoyable life by living in the present. Ever since I was younger I always loved traveling and going on weekend getaways with my parents. We'd stay in 4/5 star hotels with beautiful views of the ocean and such. Now that I'm older and graduated from college I would love to continue with some of those trends into the new year. So I basically made it my goal to attempt travel more this year. However, when traveling you must have the perfect wardrobe right

Instagram Selfies and Nacho Cheese

When I was younger my mom would always take pictures of me. She's taken so many pictures that there were photo albums dedicated solely to me and walls in various rooms of our various homes featuring only my face. Imagine the scene from 21 Jump Street when you first meet Schmidt/Doug's parents and they have the naked baby picture of him on the wall. That's exactly my childhood in a nutshell.