I'm Serious. I'm Kidding.

I don't like to admit my flaws, so it was a big milestone the day I tweeted about the only flaw I've ever had: For those of you who knew, and even those of you who are just finding out right now that I have a flaw, I have some more news for you…I have another flaw. WHAT?! Chandra! NO! I know, shocking, but true... Here it is...... I'm really bad at relationships. This includes all relationships; parent/child, friend/friend, boyfriend/girlfriend, dog/owner. I know, you're probably still shocked, but it's still true.  I was probably equally as shocked when I found out myself. I've recently become aware of this flaw all on my own. Over the last couple years I have become very self-aware. Well not very. My self-awareness comes in brief, random spurts, like at 3 AM on a Tuesday morning when I'm finishing off the last beer of my Miller Lite 12 pack while watching my own YouTube videos, or at 2 PM on a Sunday while I'm sitting in standstill t

Stop Kony 2012.  This is not a post about Kony 2012, I'm not going to talk about Kony 2012, but check out what Kony 2012 is and who Joseph Kony is. Oh, and Kony 2012. In the past 10 years I have purposely turned my TV to CNN four times; Michael Jackson's funeral, during the earthquake in Haiti, when bin Laden was killed, and Whitney Houston's funeral. To me, watching the news is boring at times and almost always overwhelming. It seems you can never fully "catch up" on a story without quitting your job to watch what develops 24/7. And even if you do that, in due time your electric and cable will be shut off because you don't have the income to pay for it since you quit your job. It's a moot point (or if you are a Friends fan- it's a "moo point because nobody cares about a cow's opinion...it's moo.") It seems as each day goes by and each minute I am one minute closer to my death, I mature a millimeter.  With that millimeter my intere

When I started my very popular (over 50 views and thriving) "Things that Concern Me” blog posts a long 3 months ago I went in blind, not knowing what would concern me each month, except for March. In January, I made a note in my MemoPad on my Blackberry (yes Blackberry - two more months people). I typed “Things that Concern Me in March – Selena.” Every once in a while, up until last night, I would become hesitant to write this post merely due to  1) I know my closest friends are going to think this post is well past the line of my  self-diagnosed, yet obvious addictive personality and I don't deal with critiscism from them too well  2) this wasn't going to be a particularly funny post   3) the fact those close to me, and even those not so close have had Selena shoved down their throats by me since I was 12. I know that last thing those people want is to read more stuff about Selena.  And the last thing I want to hear is "Oh there she goes again talking about Sele