i'm a big girl now.

i have started playing with 'barbies' again.
HOWEVER, BECAUSE I AM A GROWN-UP NOW, MY CHOICE OF TOY HAS SEEN AN ASCENT INTO A DIFFERENT KIND OF 'BARBIE':


i also have a few things to rant about.
NOT nose-jobs & hookers. hah.

titles are lame.


i purchased wine today - moscato & raisined muscat because starting now i'm going to be classy & refined.

not that i haven't always been classy & refined... i always leave toilet seats down post-use & i don't burn down schools! plus, i say excuse me when i burp out loud. HENCE, I AM CLASSY.

yeah, the vineyards were lovely, & because visual imagery is often more effective than words, i will paint this space, not with adjectives & the like, but with PEEKTURES:

okay, wow, CHILLI SCHNAPPS are the spice of life. & YES, YOU OUGHT TO APPRECIATE MY CORNY-JOKE-TELLING-PROWESS.

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i've always been enamored with the process of immortalising thought & memory into blogs.
(& much like your arms,) it's a habit i'd like to fall back into again. new years resolution in the making - be coherent & write with the passion of nymphomaniacs at dusk.

also, benazir bhutto is dead & somewhere else in the world, someone has a heavier heart than i do because calamity & uncertainty have plenty in common with 'truth'.

sometimes, i wish things would just fix themselves.



i has short hair.


a likely story.

HELLO NEW BLOG.

i spent the better part of last night making out with a bag of frozen peas.
& today, my swollen face puts ripe watermelons to shame.

FUCK YOU, WISDOM TEETH.

uhhh, i am trying my hand at this "blogger" business, although i feel like a traitor 'cause i've always been a livejournal gal. WOW I HAVE SO LITTLE TO SAY THESE DAYS; BLAH BLAH BLAH

here, a picture: