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I’m not gonna lie, hearing that I don’t fit in and the BS about not living in Dallas is exhausting. For the record, it takes me about 15 minutes with no traffic to get to Highland Park and three minutes to get to a Dallas zip code from my house, so this nonsense makes me laugh. If I don’t have anything in common with Kameron Westcott, it's because she’s judging me. I'm pretty sure I love the color pink, we both have a little girl the same age, and we both love Mexican food. I think there might be something there, but oh well.
I thought me giving a gift to Kameron was going to be a funny but nice gesture to move past my etiquette foul. I did not want to have the conversation in front of everyone, but D’Andra Simmons was insisting on everyone being open and honest in front of the group. I was honestly over the entire issue and wanted to move on. I called Kameron a bitch because I felt that she was being one by not listening and trying to make it more about herself when the reasoning for the gift had nothing to do with her in the first place. I walked out because I was over the conversation, and I didn’t want to be at the Honest Tea to begin with. It’s petty, it’s ridiculous, and it’s not for me. I walked back in because the ladies were insisting, and all I could think was, "You know, I dressed up in pantyhose, ugly ass shoes, a dress that I thought who cares if someone spills some tea on for these bitches." Was I shocked that my attire was not up to their standards? No, not shocked at all. I’ll admit, I wasn’t raised in the debutante world and I guess I should have Googled "tea attire" before attending, but I just thought I was supposed to look like a whore in church.
LeeAnne Locken and Cary Deuber's clash was clearly from my doing, and I had no idea it would end up being a moment of WOW! LeeAnne knows better, I know she does, but it had been such a long night of drinking and honesty that I think her honesty got the best of her. LeeAnne crying makes me sad for her. Especially that D’Andra is not being supportive, so I took it upon myself to let her know that I do care and love her. She is such a wounded soul, and we probably should have had her therapist sit in for her questions so we could all better understand her. I felt that the room was cold and not supportive of her, so I was proud of myself for being there for her.
All in all, I think the Honest Tea was a joke. I could have addressed all of my issues directly with LeeAnne. Who knew that D’Andra was such a nosey cold bitch! But hey, we are going to Mexico, and you know nobody likes a good time better than me!
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