This Blog.

My Life As A Princess was anonymous. I really liked it that way. Also, I didn't allow comments. It felt like it was for me only, because I wanted to. With this blog, it's been different. I love writing here. LOVE. It makes me happy, it's effortless, I want to share it with the world, I am obviously not an anonymous character here and I allow (encourage) reader participation.

There is one thing...

As life takes different turns, I've come face-to-face with the fact that what I write here may be interpreted by readers in many different ways. Accusations are being made.

I have a decision to make. I can kill the blog and save myself the headache, or I can carry on and let each person deal with his/her issues on their own.

I must carry on. It truly is what I want to do. Freedom. Take it.

Or leave it.

Take your reading somewhere else.

Peace, ♥ and Rock&Roll.

*Currently listening to Ode to LRC, Band of Horses*

Uhm... Yeah...

*Currently listening to Glorybox, Portishead*

The Hotest Minx.

Who gets a VIP guest list for the Grand Opening of Minx Latino? BluShoppe. Why? Because I rock. Who get's to get on it? You: My lovelies... Oh yeah!

Freedom. You Have It.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
- Bob Marley (Redemption Song)

The answers are in you. Take a moment. Think. Fly. Be free.

*Currently listening to my sister whine about some petty thing*

Latest News...

1. Former L.A. Philarmonica Violinist, Robert Korda, was finally found (dead). The search ends and sad reality sits in. Story here. When someone's gone missing, we always hold hope. But in a way, I'd take knowing what the the reality of things is instead of not knowing at all. Even if deeply sad.
2. California needs a reform. The state is falling apart. 'If legislative leaders and Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger don't take steps to overhaul their operations, it might be done for them.' - Action! Hurray! Do something!
3. Republicans lash out on Sarah Palin. 'Since announcing her resignation, Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin has been pummeled by critics who have called her incoherent, a quitter, a joke and a "political train wreck."- I'm surprised they didn't see it coming.
4. More on Sotomayor.
5. Still nothing on Iran.
6. Micheal Jackson talk is finally slowing down. Good thing, after spending the city's money on a Memorial Service while teachers are being laid-off I say it's about time that people start acting like they should and worry about the things that make more sense. Then I hear that Mayor Villaraigosa was in disagreemnet of the public paying for anything. I say 'let them pay', they requested the memorial, cried like if MJ was their brother and created a mess... The city has more imporatnt expenses to cover. Period.
7. Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. I. Am. So. Excited. - You're not? Bite me.

Pink Bullets

I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
Oh what a contrast you were
To the brutes in the halls
My timid young fingers held a decent animal.

Over the ramparts you tossed
The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
Tied to a brick
Sweet as a song
The years have been short but the days were long.

Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
We fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
When our kite lines first crossed
We tied them into knots
And to finally fly apart
We had to cut them off.

Since then it's been a book you read in reverse
So you understand less as the pages turn
Or a movie so crass
And awkardly cast
That even I could be the star.

I don't look back as much as a rule
And all this way before murder was cool
But your memory is here and I'd like it to stay
Warm light on a winter day.

Over the ramparts you tossed
The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
Tied to a brick
Sweet as a song
The years have been short but the days go slowly by
Two loose kites falling from the sky
Drawn to the ground and an end to flight.

-The Shins

Mondays Are For Secrets...

Let me tell you a little secret: I'm terrified of germs. I will refuse to hold hands if your hands are dirty. I don't sip from other people's straws. I don't like public pools. I take many showers. I wash my hands very often.

Is that really that bad?

*Currently listening to Digital Love, Daft Punk*

Post Secrets rock!

Just Because

There's something particularly interesting going on with the inverted frames... Me thinks...

Happy Endings

Just because you go to a place named Happy Endings, it doesn't mean the end of your evening will be happy.

Noted.

R.C. left for Las Vegas and life must go on with or without her *insert crazy laughter here* - So I'm at this place surrounded by friends and strangers and our song comes on...



I know it became our song when in Boston, every single bar/club played it at least twice. Seriously! Trust me. But why, oh why, do we actually LIKE it so much? Don't stop believing baby!

I walk into one of the bathroom stalls and the girl who had just been there left her (ugly) clutch bag behind. I was almost certain it had to be hers. I did my acrobatic thing and left, looking for her... Several hundred dollar bills were peeking through one side. I hated myself for believing in karma. I found the alcohol-tranced lady and returned her 3-season's-past-ugly-thing.

I could have been $x00s richer today. But who cares, I did the right thing. I'm proud of myself.

Mantra, mantra: Do good, always. Yim hem bababa, tik tik tok. Ha, ha. *wiggle/smile*

End of my evening: Lame.

This is why I'm hot!

This One...

Reminds me of him. He used to sing it from the top of his lungs. I could hear him from the other room. If caught by me, in the middle of his solo act, he'd smile sheepishly, as if embarrassed by his guilty pleasure.

I sing this song, at the top of my lungs. Never as a solo act. But if I catch it anywhere, I'll sing-along. Sing-along and think of him.