My eyebrows are accidental triumph today. No matter what else goes to shit, I always feel best if my eyebrows are looking good.
If you look closely, you’ll find all best make up artists are the ones that have a good understanding of how much eyebrows can make a face.
Viva l’eyebrow! I want cruella de’vil style hair x
‘maps’ is actually an acronym for ‘my angus please stay’ which refers to angus andrew, frontman of the brooklyn-based band liars, whom karen o used to date.
If anybody were to read the messages between my best friend and I, we’d most likely end up quite lonely people.
Last night my Mum told me with a wry grin that she believed Sherilyn Fenn was one of the main reasons my Dad was such a fan of Twin Peaks. I can’t blame him. Nor can she.
I “should” be Christmas shopping right now. Out in the cold, braving the elements and barbaric crowds.
In “reality”, I’m sitting on the fur rug by the Christmas tree typing this.
Often “should” is less fun than “reality”. So why do people harp on about being realistic? The genuine fact is that most people can’t be arsed and THAT is the truth. Not the projection of “should”.
Responsibility is overrated.
I’m unsure how I feel about blogging.
I think I would enjoy writing one but when reading blogs, I’m often struck by the vanity and self satisfaction of them. Given my personality, I’m not sure I need excess vanity or smugness, I have that in truckloads.
A chronic attention seeker to the core, it feels like it would be natural progression to do this but it something doesn’t quite feel right. The reasons why have potential to be expanded upon at a later date. Maybe/probably not.
It just feels cheap and a bit too easy.
This remains to be seen.
Something really beautiful happened to me today. The “snow” that’s been falling from the sky today happened to come at a particularly blustery window in time. I was driving with my iPod on shuffle. Chance brought up “Aquarium” by Camille Saint-Saens. Traffic was trailing languidly up the road and large snow flakes were being buffeted around the car. It was a wonderful snapshot in time when coincidence defined a dull moment as something wonderful.