Foot. Feet. Whatev!

I find it very (VERY) hard to have a loving relationship with feet. Feet scare me. We walk on these ugly phalanges. They happen to be considered the most contaminated part of our body. Combining the poor aesthetic aspect as well as the word most contaminated - pretty much paints a not-so-pretty picture, agreed?

Foot fetishes are way beyond me and I will never understand!

So for the few of you foot lovers out there, here is a product line that caters to the wonderful world of feet! chyeahhhh baby!

Story: And can you believe this saleslady was trying to convince me to buy these products? I came for STOCKINGS. A pretty pair of black and grey semi-see-thru STOCKINGS to wear under my skirts and the saleslady from the next counter had to try to sell me foot products. I tried to avoid her gaze but she locked eyes with me and I was stuck. How weak I am! I am too polite for my own good! I find the patience in me to stand there, nod my head and smile, and pretend that even something as appalling to me as foot products - can be slightly interesting (there it goes, POLITE )

It was unfortunate my friends, that they were in the same section.

I did not end up purchasing anything from the Flexgel product line.






Damn that toe cap looks f...ing disgusting. Sorry! Right to speech!


Love.

oil pastels, soft pastels and black marker on sketch pad

see my flikr for photo in large/detail

"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances, if there is any reaction, both are transformed."
- Carl Jung

The heart
in imagery
is made semi-permeable
because we allow certain emotions to enter
and certain emotions to block out.
but the ones we do allow
conjoin
and form a reaction between two hearts, two souls collectively

we are selective
beings.

i'd like to dye my hair
a chesnut brown and dance up and down
your hallways
the dance of love
the dance of love

i am waiting on you
to open your door
and love me.

patiently
wait,
for you to walk
out the door 45 minutes later.

(a woman shouldn't have to wait)

with your hand in your pocket
and the keys to our
car

oh, how you hurt me so
on bad days
but send me kisses
through thin walls

travel
travel

your words are like stingray's
creeping slowly across my skin
sometimes

oh, how you hurt me so
on bad days
but your hand on mine
i forget the pain
and the the 45 minutes
becomes worth the wait.



" shows that we ain't gonna stand shit
shows that we are united "

la vie en rose

Question?

Who knows where I can purchase glasses that look just like these? I MUST HAVE THEM.



Love.

Opt for the GENERICS then, please.

This post goes to all those people out there who do what pet peeve's me the most:

DILUTE.


I shall label you DILUTERS until you kick the habit and never return to it again.

DILUTERS ARE the following:

- people who fill the soap/shampoo/condiments/whatever they can find, with water



Scenario always happens as follows:

I enter my bathroom and after I handle my business I go to the sink to wash my hands. Pump the pumper and the soap SQUIRTS out. My reaction, "What the ffuuu?!" You see, the soap doesn't slowly settle into the palm of my hand in a nice gentle manner. It squirts out. Rub your palms together. NO BUBBLES. NO FOAMING ACTION.

Shampooing is just like pouring scented water onto your head. DILUTED.

MAGIC!
Ketchup turns into red water.


So PLEASE. I beg you. If it's to save money, go to the store and stock up on all the generic shit you can find, throw it into your basket, and purchase that! Because it is NOT THE SAME once diluted. Believe me.

Love.

One of my very favorites by T&S .. .

The past, the present, the future.

And all these men I confided in were men I trusted. To be able to trust men in general, I need to be able to trust A man.. So I can learn to believe all men aren't the same..

decided no negative energy like that should be allowed on my blog - i take it back.

going for something NEW.

Ps- defaulted the layout simply because i get knit picky about the way things are arranged, i started getting frustrated trying to position things + color, DEFAULT was def. the answer.

Love.

So swoon baby starry nights
May our bodies remain
As weak we move, I'll feed you light, baby
May our bodies remain
Oh yeah in history, I'll treat you right, baby
I'm honest that way, hey
Swoon baby starry nights
May our bodies remain

i am a foreign service brat.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rd-MDc3FIVk&feature=related

effort should always count for something.. .

ps- i'd really like to venture out to ITALY

... i value connection more than anything physical, but to share the same air and breathing space + unspoken communication, body language . .. no words, just feelings, can't be beat.

The Science of Love

Whenever I indulge in a good read I always feel the need to talk about it or discuss it with someone (knowledge is power!) because nothing beats abstract thoughts/reasoning about why things ARE. I believe in science! And philosophy! And that everything is this world is interdependent/interrelated to each other in some way or another.

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction ..
Thus! We give off energy, and if we are lucky, it reciprocates. The way our body is stimulated by all these internal processes in the end, makes us loooooooveeeee, and here we are, we begin the science of love.

Enjoy the read!

http://www.youramazingbrain.org/lovesex/sciencelove.htm

(I tried direct linking you guys to it, but for some reason blogspot is being a jerk and won't link! must copy + paste it, all apologies!)