I have spent the past few days sunbaking, god knows why because I'm not really into doing things like that usually.
I know that a '"tan" is skin cells in trauma, that the brownness comes only with black, dead cells being burnt to a crisp under the surface.
I do not intend for the following to sound bitchy.
I don't think a blog is supposed to be about blogging itself. The best blogs around are interesting people blogging about themselves and the things they do in their day to day lives, both the usual and the unusual. But when you're comprising you life in order to further the success of your blog's, is that really what you want to spend your life doing? Sure it's cute and fun to be dressing up in all the most brilliant gear in the world and swanning about in a thousand and one brands, but how long can that go on for?
Well I failed, didn't I? That paragraph sounds terrible and I'm not trying to take a swipe at anyone in particular. I understand that blogging can be a job. It just shouldn't infringe on your life. Then again what would I know?

Mixed media

A work on brown paper from deviant art. Both works happen to come off that site. And if i wasn't such a technological lazyass I'd work out who actually made them and link it.

Finally gotten myself to start reading some books again, this wasn't high priority or anything but I have to say Stephen King knows how to write. This is the first book of his that I've read and he does horror well. The Shining is one of my favorite films. "'Salem's Lot" is about real vampires, not the teenage, man model types who make grown women swoon but the ones who are put on earth to do what they're supposed to. To suck your blood.
And it fucking kicks ass. The end.


























