Slutty Cyrus (like blogger Perez Hilton likes to call her) is one of the biggest sellouts in the showbiz industry ever, and that is exactly what pisses me off about her. You know, as soon as Hanna Montana aired on Disney Chanel, back in 2006, I actually adored her. I thought she was cute, funny, simple, and I actually liked the show. Also, the fact that she was my age, helped me relate to her, and made her seem even more "real" to me. Well, the years passed and she started to become sorta of slut, which really bothered me. Then, the scandals started to appear (and I'm not talking about the Vanity Fair picture, which I honestly see nothing wrong with. I'm talking about her really slutty pictures, like the one above), and that's when I started to really get frustrated with her. There were/are little girls that look up to her. Girlfriend needs to understand that when you are in a hit TV show on Disney Chanel, you can't act like your slutty self because little girls watch that and when they see pictures of you almost naked or on your underwear, they start to think "Oh, if Miley is a slut, then maybe I should be one too."

Also, something that really bothers me about her is the fact that she is a sell out. Girlfriend recently appeared on Ryan Seacrest's radio show and said that she doesn't listen to any pop music. Huh, what is your music then, hon? Your own music is pure pop, so how can you not listen to pop music? You are such a sellout. Honestly, you disgust me.

Ps.: Sorry about the post if you are a Miley fan or whatever, but I've been dying to say something about her behavior. Honestly, girlfriend needs to start acting her age. I'm a few months older than her and I don't act that way, so why should she? Anyways, sorry again for the two posts in a row and I apologize if you actually like her. No, seriously. In a way a few a little bad for you. Go listen to a real person. I'll burn you a CD with good music if it's necessary! :)

I think that there are days that every woman (young woman, old woman, really young woman, transsexual,... whatever) feels like Becky Bloom, the fictional character of "Confessions of a Shopaholic". I'm no exception. Every month, as soon as I get my allowance, I go to the mall and I spend around 50 dollars with useless crap, or with clothes that I will never wear, or with shoes that will, literally, kill me. It doesn't matter the occasion, and I do not need to have a reason. I shop just to shop, which is completely futile of me. Oh, and then, by the end of the month, I'm complaining to my friends how I never have money to hang out with them. And you know what the worst part of that is? No matter how much I try to not take the blame for my stupid and futile addiction, I know that the fact that I don't have money is all my fault. I just can't control myself around clothes, or bags, or useless crap that i will never use or will hate it in a couple of weeks, or shoes. Oh, how I adore shoes. Just today, I spent around 30 dollars on these really cute high heels from Guess that will probably kill my feet in the future. Bu they were so cute and so cheap.. I mean, how could anyone resist high heels from Guess? They are to die for. Most of them are beautiful, and the good thing is that you can use no matter what... But I shouldn't have spent my dad's hard working money on it. No, instead I should have saved the money, so I could spend it when I go to Brazil in July or in December...

Ugh, does anyone know a Shopaholics Anonymous around the San Francisco area? Yeah? Anyone? Pretty please with cherry on top? I really need to stop spending money on clothes that I will not wear. Or, better yet, I need to stop with my mentality that I never have enough clothes or that I never have anything to wear. Seriously. Someone who spends more than half of their allowance in clothes every month, MUST have something to wear! I'm not rich, and I shouldn't be spending my money as if I actually was rich, and... Oh, my friend just sent a link to me of the cutest blouse ever. I gotta have it!


P.S.: Sorry for the most futile post ever written. I really needed to express how I feel towards one of my biggest love/hate relationships ever. Oh shopping, you shall be, one day, the end of me.

Slutty Cyrus (like blogger Perez Hilton likes to call her) is one of the biggest sellouts in the showbiz industry ever, and that is exactly what pisses me off about her. You know, as soon as Hanna Montana aired on Disney Chanel, back in 2006, I actually adored her. I thought she was cute, funny, simple, and I actually liked the show. Also, the fact that she was my age, helped me relate to her, and made her seem even more "real" to me. Well, the years passed and she started to become sorta of slut, which really bothered me. Then, the scandals started to appear (and I'm not talking about the Vanity Fair picture, which I honestly see nothing wrong with. I'm talking about her really slutty pictures, like the one above), and that's when I started to really get frustrated with her. There were/are little girls that look up to her. Girlfriend needs to understand that when you are in a hit TV show on Disney Chanel, you can't act like your slutty self because little girls watch that and when they see pictures of you almost naked or on your underwear, they start to think "Oh, if Miley is a slut, then maybe I should be one too."

Also, something that really bothers me about her is the fact that she is a sell out. Girlfriend recently appeared on Ryan Seacrest's radio show and said that she doesn't listen to any pop music. Huh, what is your music then, hon? Your own music is pure pop, so how can you not listen to pop music? You are such a sellout. Honestly, you disgust me.

Ps.: Sorry about the post if you are a Miley fan or whatever, but I've been dying to say something about her behavior. Honestly, girlfriend needs to start acting her age. I'm a few months older than her and I don't act that way, so why should she? Anyways, sorry again for the two posts in a row and I apologize if you actually like her. No, seriously. In a way a few a little bad for you. Go listen to a real person. I'll burn you a CD with good music if it's necessary! :)

I think that there are days that every woman (young woman, old woman, really young woman, transsexual,... whatever) feels like Becky Bloom, the fictional character of "Confessions of a Shopaholic". I'm no exception. Every month, as soon as I get my allowance, I go to the mall and I spend around 50 dollars with useless crap, or with clothes that I will never wear, or with shoes that will, literally, kill me. It doesn't matter the occasion, and I do not need to have a reason. I shop just to shop, which is completely futile of me. Oh, and then, by the end of the month, I'm complaining to my friends how I never have money to hang out with them. And you know what the worst part of that is? No matter how much I try to not take the blame for my stupid and futile addiction, I know that the fact that I don't have money is all my fault. I just can't control myself around clothes, or bags, or useless crap that i will never use or will hate it in a couple of weeks, or shoes. Oh, how I adore shoes. Just today, I spent around 30 dollars on these really cute high heels from Guess that will probably kill my feet in the future. Bu they were so cute and so cheap.. I mean, how could anyone resist high heels from Guess? They are to die for. Most of them are beautiful, and the good thing is that you can use no matter what... But I shouldn't have spent my dad's hard working money on it. No, instead I should have saved the money, so I could spend it when I go to Brazil in July or in December...

Ugh, does anyone know a Shopaholics Anonymous around the San Francisco area? Yeah? Anyone? Pretty please with cherry on top? I really need to stop spending money on clothes that I will not wear. Or, better yet, I need to stop with my mentality that I never have enough clothes or that I never have anything to wear. Seriously. Someone who spends more than half of their allowance in clothes every month, MUST have something to wear! I'm not rich, and I shouldn't be spending my money as if I actually was rich, and... Oh, my friend just sent a link to me of the cutest blouse ever. I gotta have it!


P.S.: Sorry for the most futile post ever written. I really needed to express how I feel towards one of my biggest love/hate relationships ever. Oh shopping, you shall be, one day, the end of me.