All Filler, No Killer
24 Mar
- Ugh! I am all chocolated out. Despite recieving only a single egg for Easter there has been chocolate at every turn for the past four days. I love Easter because it’s the only time, aside from Christmas, that you can start the day with chocolate and no one bats an eyelid. Good times. My favorite jean shorts are telling me that I have had enough chocolate this Easter and if I continue to indulge, they’ll be forced to give me a muffin top. Point taken. The idea of eating more chocolate at the moment makes me want to throw up in my mouth, so I think I am cured fo
r a couple of months. - I finally know what I want to be when I grow up. I want to be Agyness Deyn. I think she is so amazingly beautiful that it’s almost beyond comprehension. I don’t want to date her, I fear be able to only stare at someone in awe is not conducive to a productive relationship, I just want to be her. She has awesome hair, beautiful eyes, amazing style, awesome friends and she just looks like she’s a really fun, happy person. All of the shots of her backstage at shows are of her smiling or being silly posing or just chilling out with her ipod, there are none of her looking drug-fucked or giving the stink eye to the press, she is just being lovely. Also, she has a beautiful figure. Being a model she is, of course, a total string bean but she is a well proportioned string bean. She doesn’t look hungry or malnourished, she just looks perfectly natural. I simply adore her. I’ve seen her thousands of times in magazines and things and never taken much notice but I saw a picture of her the other day and realized the error of my ways. Don’t you think she is breath taking?! She seems to polarize people, some people think she’s truly stunning and others thing she’s extraordinarily average. What say you? Seriously, Google her, your eyes will thank you.
- I am working every day this week. It will be quite a novelty, both in terms of going to work four days of the week and getting paid for working so many hours. It has been quite a while since I have been so cashed up. It might just go into the tattoo fund.
- Speaking of tattoos, I would like a half sleeve. Not now, not anytime in the immediate future, but I’d like to get one. I would get a Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) themed one which would incorporate the sugar skulls I wanted on my feet. Dia de los Muertos is a celebration of people who have died, so I think it would be a nice way to celebrate the people I have lost in a really vibrant and positive way, rather than getting a traditional memorial tattoo. I should be banned from watching Miama Ink or LA Ink. Watching all these people get amazing, huge, colorful tattoos doesn’t not much to extinguish my desire for more tattoos.
- Still on tattoos, I was talking to a certain someone on Facebook about tattoos and things and she mentioned that she’d be down with me being a turban wearing, tattooed person with a pair of matching French Bulldogs. I got carried away with this and I imagined my ideal life! This may not be very exciting to anyone else, but I have never had that vision. I have never been able to imagine my future, I never had an idea of being married, or what my ideal house would be, or how I would like to live or any of that. I kind of just strung together bits and pieces of what everyone else wanted and tried to want that, but now I know! I want to be the tattooed, turban wearing hippy with a pair of matching dogs, and I want an awesome wife who is also a bit of a hippy and we will live in a cool little villa or apartment with a roof terrace and grow herbs. And I will be a teacher at an independent/alternative school or a designer/store owner and she will also be a teacher, or maybe a vegetarian chef or something else spectacular that will compliment my skill set and we’ll have a home filled with beautiful kitschy stuff and have mismatched dinner plates and our friends will drop in to have chai outside with us at our little table in the sun. We will only have our furkids and drive a hybrid car. We will go on awesome adventures overseas and fill our home with treasures from all over. Our friends will have us babysit their kids and they’ll look forward to coming over because we make fun desserts for them like Freddos set in jelly, and they’ll have the dogs to play with and we do fun art stuff with them and we’ll let them stay up late watching SpongeBob, snuggled under a quilt that I made on the couch. THAT is absolutely what I want, I can see it now. I can imagine our lounge room layout, I can see our dogs (Nancy and Beatrix), I can feel our warm outdoor space. It’s pretty much every feeling I have ever wanted to have in my life and now it has been gelled with an idea, I can see it now. It is SO exciting.
- I spoke to Wifey the other day, one of the girls she met recently and has been hanging out with a fair bit confessed to her that she has a big crush and would really like to be involved with Wifey because hanging out with her as friends is becoming too difficult. Wifey thinks she is totally awesome and fun but doesn’t want a relationship right now. I told Wifey she really needs to stop having girls fall in love with her because she is leaving a string of broken hearts. I’ve seen this particularly girl’s pics on Facebook and she is stunning. I probably should call her a lady because she’s 38 but looks like she is only 30 and has the most amazing bone structure I’ve ever seen. I told Wifey I should go out with her so we can be rejects together. I kind of feel sorry for Wifey, it would be hard to have the people you love as friends falling for you and subsequently deciding they can’t hang with you so much anymore. She is flirty, particularly when drunk, but I know for sure she does not go out of her way to lure in the ladies, she is just one of those people and it seems I’m not the only one who feels that way.
- And I’m spent…
That’s me! I’m famous!
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Heh heh
I’m sorry, but I hafta say that all I see when I look at her is Pete Doherty
( give me time, and I’ll see what I can do.
PS – Beatrix is an awesome name for that cute little dog!!
Enny, sorry, you are wrong
How can you even mention the pond scum that is Pete Doherty in the same SENTENCE as the perfect snowflake that is Agyness Deyn?!
http://theithacan.org/blogs/sharpnotes/files/2007/11/pete.jpg
Ummm, no. If I ever feel I might be straight, I only need to look to Pete to reassure me. Bleuh.