Fuck me now, rip me off later.
So, i walked into Tash's perfume shop today and was hit with THIS!!
It's Gwen Stefani's new perfume line. There are 5 in the L.A.M.B. range, Love, Angel, Music, Baby and G(wen) fragrances. ZOMG AWESOME!!! I'm wearing 'G' right now - it's been on for 4 hours and still smells incredible. If you're mildly interested in Gwen Stefani, Harajuku kitsch, or just need a new perfume, seriously check these out. Yuuuuum.
I'm starting Boot Camp number TWO tomorrow. I had this week off (from the last one) but thought i needed another. Lol. Gym nerd to the maaaax. At the end of the last Boot Camp, i did a SEVEN MINUTE PLANK! Wooop! That's from doing a 3 minute one, 3 weeks before. Ole!
I'm in a pretty massive rut. Well, not rut, but well... limbo. I've finished uni forever. Two degrees by 21, a career that i could pick up tomorrow and would carry my through the rest of my life, in great fashion. Loads of holidays, great pay, shorter at-job hours.
.... but no. I choose the insane option: go out into the big bad world, audition relentlessly until i get my big break in a Woolworths ad and get paid for my pain. I choose not to move out, due the the restrictive financial options that come with wanting to be an actor. I choose the crazy road of life. I'm itching to extricate myself from structure and rigidity. I hate not being autonomous, which i must say has gotten better since finishing uni, but now that i'm a free agent, i feel the need to rebel against the future i have set up for myself. It just doesn't excite me... in any way. I THRIVE on the instability of acting and the unknown. The not knowing if you're working from one day to the next could not be more appealing to me. The mediocrity of routine makes me want to puke.
Now, i know this is no way to live. Yes - i'll have to move out some day. Yes - i'll have to have a real job to support myself at some point.
BUT NOT NOW!!!! ARGHGHH!!!!!!!!! I just want to experience the instability of my passions, knowing that i can always come home crying to my Grandparents. Not when i'm 40 and knowing that i'll never get that chance again.
I'm wearing whorish red nailpolish. Like the whore that i am.
:D
It's Gwen Stefani's new perfume line. There are 5 in the L.A.M.B. range, Love, Angel, Music, Baby and G(wen) fragrances. ZOMG AWESOME!!! I'm wearing 'G' right now - it's been on for 4 hours and still smells incredible. If you're mildly interested in Gwen Stefani, Harajuku kitsch, or just need a new perfume, seriously check these out. Yuuuuum.
I'm starting Boot Camp number TWO tomorrow. I had this week off (from the last one) but thought i needed another. Lol. Gym nerd to the maaaax. At the end of the last Boot Camp, i did a SEVEN MINUTE PLANK! Wooop! That's from doing a 3 minute one, 3 weeks before. Ole!
I'm in a pretty massive rut. Well, not rut, but well... limbo. I've finished uni forever. Two degrees by 21, a career that i could pick up tomorrow and would carry my through the rest of my life, in great fashion. Loads of holidays, great pay, shorter at-job hours.
.... but no. I choose the insane option: go out into the big bad world, audition relentlessly until i get my big break in a Woolworths ad and get paid for my pain. I choose not to move out, due the the restrictive financial options that come with wanting to be an actor. I choose the crazy road of life. I'm itching to extricate myself from structure and rigidity. I hate not being autonomous, which i must say has gotten better since finishing uni, but now that i'm a free agent, i feel the need to rebel against the future i have set up for myself. It just doesn't excite me... in any way. I THRIVE on the instability of acting and the unknown. The not knowing if you're working from one day to the next could not be more appealing to me. The mediocrity of routine makes me want to puke.
Now, i know this is no way to live. Yes - i'll have to move out some day. Yes - i'll have to have a real job to support myself at some point.
BUT NOT NOW!!!! ARGHGHH!!!!!!!!! I just want to experience the instability of my passions, knowing that i can always come home crying to my Grandparents. Not when i'm 40 and knowing that i'll never get that chance again.
I'm wearing whorish red nailpolish. Like the whore that i am.
:D