stolen

so, wouldnt you know my luck....the week i post about getting back into blogging, my laptop gets stolen. is that like murphys law or something? hmmm

anyway i have a new laptop now and hopefully in my spare time - which i dont actually have much of anymore (will reveal all soon) - i'll be able to get some inspiration and get these creative juices flowing and verbally vomit all over this biatch.

the lady has style

i would def dress like this everyday. or similar. you know  i love a good shirt or blazer. i give her props. she looks hot. effortlessly hot.

goal 1.

time to get fit and healthy. miranda kerr didnt get that gorgeous from sleeping in and eating pasta every night. going for a walk in the morning. alarm is set for 7am. now i have this post to answer to should i fail my mission. au revoir.

epiphany

i think im having one.

for those that would like a clearer understanding, please take your focus to point 3:

e·piph·a·ny 
–noun, plural -nies.


1. ( initial capital letter ) a Christian festival, observed on January 6, commemorating the manifestation of Christ to the gentiles in the persons of the Magi; Twelfth-day.

2. an appearance or manifestation, especially of a deity.

3. a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.

i havent blogged for a while, and i was just lazing in bed and started scrolling through the blog that once was and remembered how much i enjoy writing, even if no one out there is reading it, the least i can do for myself is literally that, something for myself.

i may be back for a night, day, week, year but i hope i can keep it up and keep it interesting even if it is just me staring back at....well....me. and the me that was writing a year ago has had some changes in life but i wont recap on all that. lets just say lessons have be learnt, trash has been taken out and happiness is the bumpy path im on. *insert stupid smile*

GOOD EFFING LORD

i dont know who he is but this my friends is my idea of the perfect man. i die.

one afternoon stand?

a rather interesting convo i had today with a work mate about a confusing guy. still confused even after our chat.

me: do you think he wanted to hang?

her: he didnt want to hang, he wanted a root.

me: he wanted a root on sunday afternoon? people do that?

her: have you never had sex on a sunday??

me: not with a complete stranger.

her: why not? he wanted it.

me: i am an idiot.

her: yes you are.

and that was that. off we went back to our business.

Ghostwood - Sunset Mirage