La la la...

I'll be honest, this post is mostly nonsense, but I'm just liking the flow of this blogging caper. No one has to read it, and while I do feel like I'm talking into space, it's not such a bad thing.

I've read ex-gawker Emily's article and I can see how giving too much information about your life can be an bad thing, but right now, I like being able to just put my opinions and thoughts out into space. Yes, they're irretrievable, and sometimes it scares me that I won't ever be able to take these things back, but like Emily, I think I'll just look at it as a time capsule. A small part of my life and thoughts that I chucked out into the ginormous black hole that is the web.

And that's enough deep and meaningful noise for now.

Feeling quite happy. A bit peaceful maybe. Lord. Growing up is weird.

A little rant...

In my efforts to be a 'better person' this week, I vowed to be less judgemental. Hold back some of my more outspoken opinions and see things from both sides. You know, be more understanding.

I tried. But I failed. Because no matter how much my family drives me nuts, they are MY FAMILY so back. The hell. Off.

My closest friends know there's a line. Maybe its because we grew up together and in similar families. Big ones. Where your aunties, uncles and cousins are just as close as your mum, dad and siblings. And those siblings? Even when your parents suck, they'll still be around.

So, much love to my little brother, who drives me nuts but stands up for me every time. Good luck to the rest of you who try to get between us.

Oh, look, there goes my IQ

Why is it never mentioned how unbelievably stupid Girls of the Playboy Mansion is? I mean, obviously it's implied in the title, and the fact that it involves that skeezy, should be retired, oh for the love of my sanity die already, old man Hefner should have clued me in but apparently putting two and two together? Not my forte.



Anyway, I'm all for doing whatever makes you happy but shheeeeeeeezus. You can not tell me that being one of many women, living with that skeezy old man and being made to have sex with said skeeze whenever requested is happiness. No sir, do not believe you, you need more people.

I've since changed the channel, I'm not really in a masochistic mood, but still, I feel so dirty and infinitely less intelligent. Thanks E! You suck.

Cause I cant please you and thats why I do what I do*

There's a quote that I'm sure most people know. It's attributed to Nelson Mandela, but he was just quoting the author, Marianne Williamson. Anyway, if you haven't heard or read it, here you go:

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. Thee's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we're liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
Marianne Williamson, quoted by Nelson Mandela

I think it's pretty awesome. How amazing would it be if people inspired each other, rather than belittle, and were themselves, rather than being less than because it's easier?

Blame Tyra for this post. She was all "go 'head girl, you're amazing!" and that reminded me that, um, yes we are actually. Think about your closest friends. I know mine are most definitely up there in the people I most admire.

In less preachy news, I'm currently rocking an awesome white nail polish that does NOT look like I put whiteout on my nails. I've also been hit by this ridiculous need to wear bright, bright things on my face. Namely, electric shades of eyeshadow. This insanity stems from the one and only Erykah Badu.

This lady is unbelievably creative and ridiculously beautiful to me. And the purple eyeshadow/white nails combination I'm thinking about? Definitely being added to my existing manic curls. Not quite Ms. Badu's fro but definitely heading in that direction. Can't. Wait.

*Yes, the title is a line from "Appletree". Tu est formidable!

Um, hello there.

I retrieved this blog from it's coma for quite selfish reasons: I have a very basic need to write. Lots. Not about anything in particular, just to get words out where they can be seen, read and commented on. Possibly because I seek approval. But I think, mostly, because deep down I'm quite shallow* and like the sound of my own voice.

This blog is mine, to do with it as I will and if you like it, I love it, and if you don't...well, it was nice of you to stop by.

Hmm, first post over I think.


*I did not come up with this quote. Someone much wittier than me did, possibly in the 20s, but Google is refusing to help me give her the proper recognition. Thanks for nothing Google.