Hello! I’m Jaime.
Welcome to my blog! Or as my mom calls it, “that thing on the internet where you curse a lot.”
It’s true. This is a thing on the internet. And yes, I am well and happily acquainted with the ‘f’ word.
I use the word “fuck” about as often as your average Scorsese character.
Yeah. That’s a lot.
I’m in my thirties and I live in South Florida. You might know us from the headlines. Despite the crazy shit that goes down here, this place really is as close to paradise as it gets.
I moved here from England when I was 11, felt right at home and immediately lost my accent – something I now regret because my God, the English just sound so charming.
Despite the fact that I spell it ‘color’, I still consider myself English because:
I spend a significant amount of time baby-talking to cute dogs, scribbling down songs for mix CDs I want to make, discovering new taco joints, laughing entirely too loudly at dumb shit on Tumblr and seeking out adventure – be it in the form of a roadtrip or trying wasabi-clementine sorbet (it tasted like punishment).
Much like Dean Moriarty from On The Road, I am eager for bread and love.
Much like Kanye West, my life is dope and I do dope shit.
I am all about good music and better gin. I’m also down with sharing cheese plates, wandering around new cities, pretty much anything Mindy Kaling does and the possibility of one day owning a red fox named Nicholas.
I believe that hope is the best (and worst) of all things, in the curative powers of a cute dress and heels, that Charlie Watts is the coolest of all The Stones/people, in kindness and mischief and that people deserve to be told the good stuff about them as often as possible.
The name of the blog – Too Sweet For Rock & Roll – derives from a quote from Almost Famous.
It’s probably been a while since you’ve seen it, right? You should watch it again. It holds up.