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Sup ladies. I've been considering a fashion journal where I lay out my daily outfits and jewelery, photograph it and post it. I hate pictures of myself, so taking a head-to-toe pic daily is just out of the question. I'm a huge repeat offender, so selfishly I'd like to minimize that a bit with this endeavor. Also, I think I can find more ways to experiment with my style by learning from past selections. This blog has only one post thus far(Thank you Tony Madden!), so I wont wait to hear if you all think this is a good idea. I'm no fashion expert, but after a year of daily outfit-blogs-WHO KNOWS!? We shallll seeeeee. Well, maybe just meee.

"Everything in moderation." "It's all about balance." Statements I've come to understand and believe .  If you could do anything in the world for the rest of your life, one thing ONLY, what would it be? I can't answer that. I love doing lots of things, but all of those things would get old if they were all I did forever. We have all of these preconceived notions in our heads, and how much of them are generated by us ? Maybe it's not just balance, maybe it's "buying into it." Someone who views their life as balanced and healthy may spend their time in totally unequal segments. Someone else who feels lost and unsteady might have a perfect break down of their daily activity flow. In a nut shell, balance DOES weigh in. Certainly. But like everything else in the world, it's subjective. When my focus is placed on what I'm missing, I fall off. Balance may be more greatly acheived by those who place no focus on it at all; instead bel

You flip the switch. It's on the right. You listen to her whispers... They sound tainted And You wonder My hands are nice and warm my dear, But I just can't feel this. I felt it with the other once. More authentic Classic as red Burning with despair It's time for bed. Please let's not fight. About this, I will always be right. I don't care if it is automatic. I forgive you. I love you. For you Are Simply Fire

Somebody is taking on leadership, only to find they have no idea how to do it.  A giant smoke monster just killed an other, but some guilty person escapes into a tree.  Sawyer is standing on the beach alone, tanned and perfect.  Ben's off somewhere in the past, present, and/or future just being creepy.  Jacob is sitting across from one of his slaves, guiding their next move without giving a reason.  A lost person is thinking of the past in a new light they never thought possible.  Life, on the island, could be real or multi-decational.  Watching my favorite show, loving every minute.  My phone rings, hell no I don't answer.  A stranger asks me for my card.  My room is clean and I don't remember doing it.  Someone makes me smile then laugh.  I am confused as to how I got where I am.