I heard the grass was greener..

I think I may be leaving for a little while.

I'm not looking to "wow him."

I'm angry at every women's magazine. Excluding NYLON and any Suzie Homemaker mag.
All these magazines thrive on weak women. They thrive on low self esteem.
How to improve your sex life. How to tone your butt. How to please your man. How to impress your boss. How to wake up beautiful. How to blast the pounds away. How to look your best at the party.
Blah blah blah.

How about, how to be true to yourself? How to be grateful for what you have. How to stand out because you're not another sheep, you're a wolf. And you're gonna follow your own norms rather than societies norms.
Since when does following the trend make you look your best?
And why would I care about how "Working out leads to Making out."
Exercise, sex, sunscreen and $100 creams. I'm tired of it.

Where is the entertainment for the girls who will not settle? Who are 100% independent with no 401k plan? Who don't need to make dinner for the family? Who aren't suck-ups who want to show off to their boss because they just want to hold a job down to make sure they can pay their bills on time? Who couldn't care less about the how the trendy new blazer paired with pearl earrings and sling back shoes that make them look longer and leaner?

Where is the entertainment for the free spirits that don't need a monthly update on "try this new move in bed" or "run two extra miles this month to boost skins elasticity!"
I praise NYLON for digging up new music. "Trends" that fit into fashionista "take it as it comes to you," type things. Real reviews on products that may or may not end up in your hand at Target. And no stories on how to have the perfect french kiss after burning off 3000 calories.


This is sad. On top of sad, this is weakening women without them ever noticing.
Be true to yourself. Don't follow the norm.
Sheep.
They're all sheep thinking that what they read and what they see on the reality tv shows is how it should be.
Be the wolf. Be the one nipping at the heels of how society thinks you should be.
Live your life the way it fits you best.



I love cocktails. I hate cleaning. I like exercise 3 times out of the month. I will kiss however I want to kiss. I will wear this size large dress under my old Norma Jean hoodie with a pair of boots and a way too big puffer jacket with the pink hood because it's warm, and I'm comfortable in it. I cannot cook to save my life, but I will make a good effort. And I enjoy my time alone as well as with friends that I have no intentions of making out with. I want to travel. And experience. And not be held back.
I really like all natural products, and processed foods, and meat. I really like being out in the sun with no SPF on. And I like cheesecake. Not in moderation.


I am the wolf in the flock of sheep. Big heart, sharp teeth, free spirit. Suck it, Cosmo.

Storybook.

There was a time, maybe two years ago, when I found 3 dead birds. Two in my yard. One on my porch. And the one on my porch I found with a wire hanger nearby. It was there in the morning as I was leaving for work. Totally freaked me out. I spent the entire day thinking of how it got there and how I was going to get it off my porch without touching it.

It was a sparrow too. Pretty little thing. Never really see them flying around in the wild that much which made it all the more peculiar to see it on my welcome mat. When I got home, the bird was gone, the hanger was relocated to the yard.


I've never had an issue with dead birds since then. I originally thought it was a neighborhood cat trying to woo my kitten to fall in love with it by giving her presents. But the bird was perfectly whole and unscathed. Maybe someone chucked the hanger at it and stunned it onto my porch. I'll never know.

As for the other two in my yard, one was definitely a victim to a cat attack. The other simply seemed to have thrown himself into the ground. Wings were still spread in flying position.

Perhaps my home was the place for bird suicides for a while. Strange.
I have so many things going on in my head right now... Just waiting to escape onto a blank screen.

Nothing.

Whoever told me "Don't worry, today is the shortest day of the year.. Pretty soon it'll be light at 5:30 again," last week, thank you.
This has been one of the single things that get me through a day.

Today the sun was out just a little longer than it was yesterday.
Perhaps it's temporary winter insanity, but I've come up with a laundry list of good ideas that may or may not be executed by spring time.
I'm leaning more towards the "may not," but these are good productive plans.

You know the rule; It's better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission. ?
I'm wondering if this rule applies to painting the inside of my apartment.
I'm also wondering what would happen if I just took all of these cardboard boxes full of stuff and threw them away without looking inside. Is there anything worth any sort of value in them? Or am I just throwing away loads of potentially life changing notes from college classes covered in doodles and FLASH codes?


Oh God, Flash. There was a time when I could animate websites. Not well. Not smoothly. But they moved, faded, and had sounds. I guess I should keep those notes.



Weeds is great.
Netflix seems like a good idea now.
And hey, President Obama, welcome. Heard the lady President is very stylish. Guess we've got ourselves the next Jackie O.
The man is so well spoken.
The end!

Open up shop.

He's mostly a monster on the field. If you watched the game you most likely saw him dive over top of the entire offensive line in full attack mode. You probably also saw him win the game.
Intense.
AND you probably also saw the double whammy knockout hit! Ouch.


Superbowl 2009.
My brother apparently had a black and gold "terrible cake" for his birthday/football party today. Cute.
I really like this part.

"Raise your hand if you're a grown up and you don't make your bed."

I've been addicted since summer. Maybe it's time I just buy a full bottle. It's a mix between Gramma, comfort, and free spirit.
Speaking of cannabis, I purchased the first season of Weeds today (with my Circuit City gift card!). I've heard good reviews and considering I'm more or less snowed in with no 4WD, five hours of something new is welcomed.

Let's also touch on;

- DMX being forced to wear pink underwear in jail. That's how Ruff Riders roll, baby.

- Clint Eastwood being my favorite racist prick in Grand Torino. So much so, that all I really wanted to do was hug the man. Movie as a whole, two thumbs up. I'd add it to my collection of seven and watch it a few times over just to hear Mr. Eastwoods dreamy voice and all of those ridiculous slurs coming out of it. ( It's okay for him to do it, he's sort of the man, ya know? )

- Philosophy products. Skin care, body care, fragrances = A+

- The Hudson River plane crash. It was one of the first crash landings of its type where no one was killed. But, may we please have a moment of silence for the flock of Canadian geese who lost their lives to a jet engine. Tragic.


My horoscope told me to stay away from the drink today otherwise some bad decisions would have been made. Lucky for my horoscope the roads were too non-existent to even consider touching a drink to these lips.
I guess I'll have a lot of other nights to make bad decisions. Right!?
On that note, sweatpants, Weeds, Kitten, blanket, go.


PS.
Go Steelers.


I aspire to have the Pittsburgh accent just as Myron demonstrated above.
xo

Four birthdays. Two days.

Today! Littlest brother, Brian's birthday!
ALONG WITH Martin Luther King Juniors birthday!


Brian's 18 today, and I have the day off. I had half the mind to make him cookies and go to his high school to hand deliver them.
He probably would have thought it was funny.
He's a really great kid.
I really love my Capricorns.


I'm also very excited about this 9 degree weather. Five ( 5 ) degrees tomorrow!
I've got the best pair of long johns that I acquired last year for the Winter Classic, kind of assuming I'd never really need them again. But alas! With all my bad car luck, seems the only smart thing to do is to bundle up entirely before I leave the house just in case I happen to find myself in a situation that involves me waiting in a car with no heat for 2 hours or so.

No other news.