What get’s me going except for a double shot of espresso?
Here’s a taster :D
Moving is enough persuasion for minimalism. <3
The end of your lease is an armageddon of sorts in LA. You ARE going to pay more for a cramped space, farther away from places you want to be, while dealing with leasing agents who (really really don’t) love their jobs. More importantly, you’ll feel like you are merely a pawn and will be bouncing from property to property being served the same (or worse) proposition wrapped up like something special.
And then comes the actual moving part…
I really don’t like ‘pleasant’ art. Art should not be agreeable. It should incite. It should ignite. It should invoke. I get that you need to hang something on your living room wall. Why not make it something inspiring? <3
It’s the end of an era… The closing of a chapter… Open seas… New horizons… Adrenaline pumping…
Just loves this music video by Jummy Fallon and Will.I.Am. ROFL! XD XD <3
You know how these makeover shows have a frumpy version of a person and then a total revved up version of the person thanks to a cool new hairstyle? YES. It’s the hair that does most of the transformation.
Hair can truly change who you are and how you define yourself. And the Fashion District in downtown LA is the perfect playground to test that theory. I decided to try out different looks for a buck. What resulted was versions of ourselves that even we couldn’t recognize. I’m definitely wearing a wig for halloween this year. Just don’t know which one…
Either way…that’s a buck well spent in my book! <3
It really irks me to see foolish female characters written by male writers. I wish more females would snag roles written for men like Angelina in Salt. Attention Writers: Beauty does not justify stupidity. Bikinis don’t double up as armor. I feel like I’ve written this blog already. Oh well, can’t hurt to reiterate. <3
It was a regular day. Me and my bestie grabbed a cappuccino at Peets and were heading back home when we saw this tall businessman in a well tailored suit approach a homeless man. ‘I’m lucky to meet you twice today,’ said the businessman, handing the homeless man a couple of bucks. But it wasn’t his act of kindness that made me happy. He went on to ask about his day, genuinely engaging him in a conversation.
I read recently that everyone wants validity. A reason to be alive. Everyone just wants to be seen and heard.
What the businessman did was treat him with the same respect he’d want to get himself.
Money doesn’t make you rich or poor, but it’s this power to change someone’s life that makes me want to push myself harder. How cool is it to have that power? To walk into someone’s life and give them an opportunity? A fighting chance? A meal? A smile?
Faith in humanity restored! <3