I am by nature a dealer in words, and words are the most powerful drug known to humanity.

Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

“We were born to fuck each other one way or the other…”

Fresh Sugar Lip Treatment in Coral

Why am I so make-up crazy? In any case, this is a more practical purchase. My lips are so chapped and I could really use some new lip tints in my collection. This is at the top of my “to buy” list.

So, I bought Becky the Naked 2 palette for her birthday. After dreaming about mugging her for said gift, I decided to keep my violent tendencies at bay and marched myself over to Sephora for immediate self-gratification. The lack of buyer’s remorse is astounding. I am ridiculously pleased with myself.

I must say, this is pretty fantastic.

Asian babies are so much cuter than all other babies. Anyone that tries to argue with me is wrong. Just wrong. Please reference example.

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I am more than ok with this. Pardon me. I will be in my room…

Hehehehehe moustaches.

Yeah… This Is A Normal Thought Process

Orange juice mixed with seltzer is ridiculously refreshing.
It’s been forever since I listened to T.A.T.U.
Brooms are out to get me.
Nutella is an evasive minx.
Wtf Pandora. Spice Girls? Really?
I need 3rd world children to wittle me some kitchen stilts.

I am a glutton. There is no shame in that.

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vanilla panna cotta with raspberry compote & hazelnut brittle

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If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they’ll kill you.

Oscar Wilde

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Art by Alphonse Mucha

Bitching About An Undisclosed Topic

It has been demonstrated time and time again that a perk of having a blog is that it is a very useful tool for venting. However, I find it very difficult to be “that girl” that lays out all her woes as if it’s going to change anything. If this was a direct line to the universe and it would listen to my ramblings and miraculously pop out solutions, than absolutely. I would vent to my heart’s content. But alas, I am going to allude that there’s a problem worth bitching about, but internally wrestle with the fact that I have racked my brain for a resolution and still nothing. In opening a problem to discussion it typically promotes advice from others. But we all know I don’t actually listen to anyone unless it’s something I want to hear and act upon—therefore, defeating the purpose. Conclusion: I’m bitching about bitching and proving all the points stated above. Me = not winning.