Dickson Street Diaries follows the lives and adventures of a diverse group of young women, and their interpretation of life and everything it has to offer and/or is sometimes, lacking. I run with a pretty sick posse comprised of intelligent, beautiful, independent, humorous, confident, and humble, knockout females. To be more specific regarding reading material, current issues regarding fashion, lifestyle, friendships, and beauty to matters that are sometimes more, or less important, concerning technology, men, and relationships, will all be included. For example: how tall he is can be parallel to the importance of the issue. Why? Well, several members of this clan are abnormally tall, so if the male subject at hand is 6’2” or taller…this $%&# is serious. Back on subject, nothing is to be assumed exclusive to this documentary – anything goes yo.
Over the years I have always thought these adventures, lessons, experiences, or whatever you want to call them deserved a tangible outlet and should not be limited to just storytelling…“OMG you won’t believe what happened last night”. Eventually, I plan on writing a book, but for now a blog, my first blog, so bare with me pro-bloggers. I’m not a writer/blogger but this may work, solely because of the noteworthy subject matter.
Actually, let’s be honest, and ←backspace everything I just said, this will be a love/style/laugh/party/hate/alloftheabove/outofcontrol-fest. If you are in anyway offended, here is my honest and sincere apology. I will do my best to limit obscene language to acronyms and coding, but get a hold of yourself; sometimes a good curse word is mandatory for emphasis purposes, and passionate writing execution. No names will ever be given, and stories will be respectfully altered to best protect the privacy of others. If you have narcisitic tendencies, are sometimes described as psychotic, read into everything, take things personal, and can’t see things objectively or in a light hearted manner, then this is something I can’t take responsibility or apologize for, but hey…we all have issues. Just know, I have good intentions, and if it’s any consolation I am a Libra, so most documenting will be fair interpretations of actual events.
And if you’re asking yourself WTF, acronym as promised, does Dickson Street Diaries mean? This is where it all happens, our playground…duh. Welcome to the jungle and enter at your own risk. There is much more at stake other than (A) your heel snapping on newly purchased, 4in open toe booties, en route to Jimmy Johns at 2 A.M. - FML, and/or (B) seeing your ex-bf of 3 years out for the first time, post breakup/Armageddon, but luckily your “I’m not eating for a week” diet plan has landed you back into your “skinny jeans” and I’m not referring to a specific tapered style…
Yours truly,
B
