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I just bought me this awesome toy. It's a toy. I will toy with it until I'm bored of it. Then I'll break it and be upset, because it was expensive, to me at this point of my life anyway. And pink. So I'll try not to get attached to it. But I can't help but name it. I shall call it... Perry. Not after Katy Perry but after berry. It rhymes see? Berry Perry perry berry. And Perry starts with the letter P, and so does pink! And I do like Katy Perry, so much, I named something I own after her, but it's not her real name right? Why is this starting to sound like a gossip website? I like Gossip Girl too.

I feel sooo lOooOopy.

Sony Cyber-shot 16.1MP DSC-W570 in Pink

No straps

I know clutches are the statement making thing now, although I'm not quite sure what the statement is actually. I honestly don't really understand the clutch. It's so tiny. It doesn't fit anything. I suppose it's only meant for parties where you aren't supposed to carry your entire life with you but a lighter chicer version of it. But it's the size that throws me off. It's so frickin' small. My wallet is bigger than some of the clutches I've seen, and I absolutely need all the contents of my wallet wherever I go. Also, what's the difference between a clutch and a smaller bag with a strap attached to it to go over your shoulders? They're both small and fit nothing. And a wristlet? Is that just a clutch small bag thingy with a loopy thing attached to it. Its still small. The clutch does not fit my lifestyle and I cannot seem to accept it, even though its been so long since its, uh, popularized. So with this many complaints against the bag small, I've decided to never invest in one as it will simply sit there unused in my closet.

But all of this does not explain my desire for this particular handbag. Its essentially still a clutch, where there is no strap to dangle the bag from my arms, so I'd have to 'clutch' the bag in my palms in order to carry it around. The difference is, its bigger at 24 by 36 cm. So it does fit my life, and my wallet. Its still a clutch, but one that fits my life. Or its a fancy and expensive file folder, whichever way you want to see it. I like it either way.

Brrrrr... ffrrrr... uuurrrr.... crrrr.... kkkkrrr....

I hate it when the whether changes suddenly. Just last Saturday it was sweltering hot. It was hot to the point of humidity, hot to the point of irritation, hot to the point of miserability (is this a word?). It was so hot, I went stupid, I was drunk (no I wasn't really), I felt a weird high that I had never felt before (this I did). All in all, it was hot.

And now it's fucking freezing! Everything is so dry. There's not a drop of moisture in the air. The wind is howling (okay, I'm not really sure of this as I haven't stepped out for the past 4 days, but it sure feels like it). My body is shivering. My hands are numbing. My spine is hurting. Or maybe I'm just still for too long.

Its so coooooooold. And I'm soooo looooonelyyyyyy. Come huuuuug meeee. My sweeet heaaaaaart.

Sorry, I don't knw what happened there. I started singing suddenly. My subconcious must think I'm desperate (in many ways), it made me act without the acknowledgement of my concious. If only it would do it more often when I'm outside my room rather than inside...

For now I shall wish for these Canada mittens to keep my near frostbitten fingers warm.

Good ol'

I like to take care of my skin. Or so I like to think. I have a whole list of products (not a real list, more like a mental list) that I think of putting on my face. I have a whole system figured out, a protocol to follow, face wash, rub on toner, moisturize, some other things in between... But I don't actually follow through half of it. Usually after I wash my face, I forget to do everything else. Yeah really, that's how lazy and forgetful I am. Even if I remember to apply toner, my mind begins to wander and soon I'll go to sleep. Or maybe the moisturizer is just a few fingers too far away. I can't be bothered that much.

I learned something over the years though. No matter what else I do to my face, or rather what I don't do to my face, I always slather on Nivea cream (or creme) and I'm good to go! Mind you, I've got oily skin and I still layer on the Nivea despite its thick gooeyness which just adds more oil to my face. I usually do this at night so people don't have to be subjected to seeing a deep fried human on the run. In the morning, I wash my face with just water, and I've got soft smooth skin that is NOT oily but just hydrated, and since hydration is key (it is!), bad things don't happen quite as frequently, bad being the appearance of Mr. Zit and his more painful companion, Le Cyst. This works yo! And its cheap, so piling this stuff in multiple layers (about three times, once the whiteness disappears, I pile on another layer) does not hurt my poor Credit Card (I love you Credit Card, I love you).

Dual Meanings

Now despite what I post here, I'm actually a very boring person. I don't wear star necklaces, gothic lolita outfits, or police man hats. I don't even wear a dress on a regular basis. So whatever I post here is all just what I wish I could be wearing. In truth, I'm just a t-shirt and jeans person. Or a some sort of top so I'm not just wearing a bra and pants so my butt isn't out for the world to see kinda person. This isn't because I'm lazy. Okay, its partly because I'm lazy. But its mostly because... actually I don't know, I should be able to dress how I want to dress regardless of the environment I live in and what life demands out of me. Not mad crazy braving the cold in -43 degree celcius wearing a bikini dressing, or showing up in the same attire in a church dressing, but dress more freely and worry less about life.

Well, right now I want to wear this Batman t-shirt. I don't particularly like or care for Batman, but I do find the design very intriguing. You see, it's a bat, sure, but it could also be teeth! Oohh...