sexual predators

So, here's an interesting article about the fascination behind "the bad girl".

http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/features/bad-girls-a-history-of-unladylike-behaviour-8533215.html?fb_action_ids=10152671836260529%2C10152682033995253&fb_action_types=news.reads&fb_source=other_multiline&action_object_map=%7B%2210152671836260529%22%3A495977153796177%2C%2210152682033995253%22%3A10150126484701136%7D&action_type_map=%7B%2210152671836260529%22%3A%22news.reads%22%2C%2210152682033995253%22%3A%22news.reads%22%7D&action_ref_map=%5B%5D

Eat away.
M.



I googled "bad girl". Sorry, minors!!

drugs

This is an interesting read.

http://blog.johannessiig.co.uk/posts/2013/01/why-all-drugs-should-be-legalised/#more-99

...because they're illegal?
M.

aujourd'hui

Today.

Oh, today.
What shall we do with you.

I mean, either I'm weird, or this is some sunshine disorder, or whatever.
Yesterday I was so full of everything, life and energy and desire to do stuff, mainly.
None of which is here today.
And neither is the sunshine.

Actually, the sun was so lush yesterday, I caught a bit of a face-tan.
I mean, mega.

But today is not yesterday.
Today is gray and real quiet, and a little somber.
A somber Friday.
I do have quite a lot to do, but somber-ness and me don't make for a very good working combo.
Besides, Place beyond the pines (yesterday) really put me in a little hole.
I think I'm partially still in it.

But no, today has potential to be very very excellent indeed.
So let's turn this around, very soon, and properly.

I think this is the biggest thing that has changed.
I used to think that I can't and therefore didn't want to change my "bad" days.
But that is so different now.
I don't enjoy this anymore, at all.

Which means I have a choice.

And today, I choose to have a "good" day. No, really, a good day.
And see the people who want to see me, and I want to see.
Do the things I need to do.
Do the things I can do, and want to do.
And live a little you know.

I choose.
M.

clouds

Okay I JUST realised I honestly cannot remember the last time I stared at some clouds and tried to recognise the shapes? You know, that thing?
I love it and I used to do it all the time.
And this might not sound that bad to some of you, but seriously, for me this is wrong.
So wrong.
And this needs to be fixed, pronto.
As soon as the sun comes up, and I see some clouds, I will look at them.
And find all the unicorns and dragons, and mountaintops, and eyeballs, and whatevers.

Cloud-watching.
M.

friday

..was a great day.

(Even though sometimes I question my own behaviour. But apparently it was banter. So all is well.)
Young hearts run free.
M.

(And it's not a head-band. A. thought it was, so just in case, you know.)