Beauty

I am beautiful.

It wasn't very long ago when I couldn't say that with a straight face.  I, for the longest time, bought into the commercial, Abercrombie and Fitch attitude of the idea of it.  A slender frame fitting into skin tight jeans, perfectly tanned skin, perky little noses.  The concept of beauty has become so warped that when we look in the mirror, we don't see ourselves anymore.  We see a corporate-pimped vain idea.

The Things I'm Currently Reading

  I consider reading to be a hobby and part of my job as a(n aspiring) writer.  I thoroughly enjoy it.  I wanted to share a list of things that I'm reading currently or read on a regular basis.

Dear Marilyn Manson

I will occasionally write open letters to the world, and this one is to my beloved Marilyn Manson.

I have literally grown up listening to your music, Mr. Manson.  And I thank you from the depths of my little girl lost soul for each word that got me through something that I could never have dealt with on my own.  You truly have saved my life several times over.  You're a poet and a artist unlike any other.  However, a few things have happened over the last few years that I'd like to discuss.

Confession: I song obsess.

I song obsess.  Meaning that when I really like a song, I REALLY like that song.  I listen to it several times a day until I'm completely sick of it.  Then I'll discover it later, and love it all over again.

NomNomNomDSM

I recently started a new blog, NomNomNomDSM.  So far, nothing is written yet.  My intention is to explore as much of my city as I can in terms of food.  There will be pictures and reviews, and it will be linked with UrbanSpoon.com. 

Things You Say that Make Me Uninterested in Speaking with You

I posted a status to my Facebook that touched on the subject, but I really wanted to expand on that.

Music Festivals Can Suck It

Every music festival, ever, can suck it.  Hard.

Seriously.  Please tell me what's so amazing about sitting through a million bands in the blazing ass sun.  That had better be a boss line up to get my pasty pink ass to willingly sit outside for a whole damned day.  Like all of the bands.  Not just an awesome headliner.