on star stealers and would-be kings

on a day like this I wish I could just put everything down in the best and worst dear diary traditions. Some of my favourite and most respected online authors (sounds better than bloggers to my ear) write about awkward dates, silly arrogant morons, trembling hearts, weak knees, distasteful liars and embarrassing encounters. I don't have the lightness of hand to do that. instead I just listen to princess of china again and again. Coldplay and Rihanna can seem a very unlikely match at first, but they are so good together.





seen here

Information overload today (do I still have to call it "information" if it's just a load of crap?) the picture speaks for itself, and yes, even goddesses sometimes use the BS word. 

I didn't mean to be bitter or cranky or ungrateful today, but some of my frustration has to get out somehow. besides, the kitty is adorable. I wish I could remain so resolutely disdainful when I feel cluttered by all the bullshit one sometimes has to take. maybe I will make this a flashcard for truly bs-overload situations, who knows.

anyhow, the weekend is here, and I have longed for it so. to tell the truth, I don't feel poetic or exciting today, just tired, with  acrylic paint on my fingers and a bunch of practical decisions to be made. rather mundane really. yet surprisingly content and slightly determined.

no deep thoughts today, just chillin'.