July 14, 2008
When I first moved to LA, I met a girl named Cami. She had been living in LA for a few years and seemed somewhat jaded by the city. I thought she was brilliant and beautiful regardless. One night, we were talking about our own certain styles of handling life, and she stopped me to say. “Don’t ever let this city change how sweet you are A.” It completely threw me and I resented it. I didn’t want to be some sweet girl from a small town, who was about to be devoured by Los Angeles. But the truth was, I was a sweet girl. I denied it. Supressed it. Changed. Years later, I met Ritzel and shortly after, she began calling me “Sweetness” or “Sweets” for short. This was based solely on the fact that I was either, sweet with a punch, or the total opposite of sweet. The name stuck, and now, when the word is seen anywhere, in any form - it is to be acknowledged. p.s. if you’re a sweet person, never let anything change that.

When I first moved to LA, I met a girl named Cami. She had been living in LA for a few years and seemed somewhat jaded by the city. I thought she was brilliant and beautiful regardless. One night, we were talking about our own certain styles of handling life, and she stopped me to say. “Don’t ever let this city change how sweet you are A.” It completely threw me and I resented it. I didn’t want to be some sweet girl from a small town, who was about to be devoured by Los Angeles.

But the truth was, I was a sweet girl. I denied it. Supressed it. Changed.

Years later, I met Ritzel and shortly after, she began calling me “Sweetness” or “Sweets” for short. This was based solely on the fact that I was either, sweet with a punch, or the total opposite of sweet. The name stuck, and now, when the word is seen anywhere, in any form - it is to be acknowledged. p.s. if you’re a sweet person, never let anything change that.