Let’s have a quick experiment everyone. It won’t take more than a moment of your time, I promise. Three quick questions, and then we’ll get on with the blog post.
Appearance: (noun) the way in which a person’s physicals attributes make up their image, and of which there is only one correct and desirable.
They say things get better with time.
One of my New Year resolution’s was to read more. I used to read all the time when I was younger, and that slowly dwindled down to maybe one book a year. Maybe.
Gosh, men. They seem to have it all, don’t they? The higher wages, the ability to objectify women with no repercussions and the general holding of power in the world. Just your basic male stuff. I don’t blame some of them for not being number one fans of the feminist movement. I too would be wary of something that could dismantle and take away all the precious things that only I can have, in a system that benefits me. Men have all the luck!
“Well, she’s all you’d ever want
She’s the kind I like to flaunt and take to dinner
But she always knows her place
She’s got style, she’s got grace, she’s a winner
She’s a lady.”
She’s A Lady, Tom Jones.
Rather than send out a string vaguely sad seeming Tweets, I thought I’d document this particular evening of melancholy here, on my blog. This post, in length and content, will be significantly lower than others #sorrynotsorry. Tonight I realised that where I am right now, here in France, is not where I’m supposed to be. But it’s where I am.
Well, would ya look at that. Check your calendar there, and notice something. Look at that date. Yep, right there. 31st December 2016. The last day of the year.
First thing’s first, if that title didn’t make you L-O-L then I’m not sure you’re the type of person I want reading this blog. But then again I am needy and in constant need of attention so who am I to turn away readers?
Let’s bypass the fact that this is my first blog post in months and get straight to it, shall we?
I’m sitting here on my bed in France with one window open on my laptop watching Crazy, Stupid, Love on Netflix, and the other one open writing this blog post. I, again, had not much to do tonight so I thought a movie might be a nice change from rewatching old Gilmore Girls episodes. I had previously added Crazy, Stupid, Love (which takes a lot longer to type than you would think, so I’m going to shorten it to CSL) to my list on Netflix, and remembered thinking it was good so I gave it another go.