Ok, so I am aware that I have unhealthy bipolar tendencies when it comes to blogging. I'm a bad mother to this thing and I truly apologize. I think it's due to the fact that in another life I was some sort of beatnik bohemian character who didn't want to be confined by the restraints of modern technology (which back then would have been the telephone, telegraph or even smoke signals, yep totally could have been Pocahontas). Sometimes I'm on it. I'm responding to every email, blogging my most brilliant streams of consciousness, I'm fb'ing out the ass, I'm posting and liking and poking galor, I'm tweeting, and instagraming and pinning shit, and responding to ALL texts, whatsapps, vibers, voicemails, gchats, and then on top of that just barely having the energy for basic person to person interaction i.e. smiling back at someone when they smile at me. That exhausting run on sentence is how I feel every damned day of my life. I'm over-freakin-loaded and technology begins to feel like a 30,000 pound sack a rocks in my metaphorical backpack of life and fuck do I feel like I've been pushed into the pool and I'm sinking. NOW that being said, when kept at bay this blissful burden can be exhilarating and you can feel current and connected and all 'modern-girl in touch' so it's a real trade off. It's a bittersweet little bitch of a compromise that I love to hate on a daily basis. Anyway the point of this blubbering nonsense is that I am returning to blogging (again), I'm sure the 7 of you have been waiting in anticipation for weeks now (thank you for following me by the way, I really appreciate it). I hope that I will make you laugh with my attempts to be clever or at least make you amused by my failures to do so and provide you with some inspiration the way you do for me. So hello again. I promise not to leave you. just yet.
(umm Rachel Zoe as Pocahontas. I'd say that's fate)