There was smoke in the air before. Now it's me clearing it. That felt good. - Drake

What it do, homies! This has been a long time coming, man. There is no exuse (especially given the amount of free time I have on my hands) for not updating this blog. This blog that I wanted to express my random thoughts. Show you guys what I love and don't love. I was even teteering on this blog becoming a OOTD (Outfit of the Day, for all my non-fashion folks. Looking @ you, Taynement). So much thoughts, so much procratistination. A damn shame, for real.

Anywho, Twitter and Cafe World has taken over my life. Dead serious bout this. Dead. If you're a regular of this blog you'll know that me was not a fan of Twitter. At all. I just didn't understand the concept of updating your status every 5 minutes. Especially, given the early years of Twitter when folks were actually updating their tweets like this:

"On the toilet bout to release myself".

I was like, no bueno. But a funny thing happened...Facebook became totally boring. Besides my beloved Cafe World, of course, I had/have no other reason to be on it. And me being a internet junkie, there is only so much fashion blogs and entertainment blogs and sport blogs/sport boards one can read. So I needed another social medium. MySpace was TOTALLY outta the question. I believe MySpace is only used for music and considering a career in porn. The only other popular social site was Twitter. *le sigh* So, I had to start off slowly. I lurked. And lurked. I was intrigued. Then I set up an account and became private. Started following the celebs first. Then friends started entering the picture. Then made some Twitter friends. And voila, here I am as a Twitter fan. So in fact, pigs are now steadily flying outside my window.


But I'm not on here to talk bout my facsination with Twitter (really though, follow me: @LavenduhChic). I came here cause I was inspired. By who? By what? By my random journal entries. Don't give me that face, people! Right now, I took a break from cleaning & arranging my room because I saw some entries that, quite honestly, scared the fuck outta me. I'm like, "Dag, I actually wrote this?!" I swear, sometimes I think I'm all deep and ish. Too funny.


Here are a couple that gave me a mixture of *side eye* + :o) + :o/ + WTF:


                  "Boredom is a funny thing. It's like you hate it but then again you embrace it.
                  No one wants to be bored but there are some advantages. You get
                  to be at peace with yourself. Get some shit done. Be content. It's actually
                  one step closer to enjoying that one particular company: yourself. Boredom:
                  a small blessing in disguise."




                  "The rain drops in rhythm.
                  The rain drops in beat.
                  With what?
                  The heart?
                  The music?
                  It drops because it is releasing it's thoughts."


Wrote those two enteries a couple years ago. I don't remember writing them. But then again, who actually remembers writing in their journal enteries? The only thing that helps is you documenting the date and maybe the time.


I miss writing. Expressing my thoughts through a pen, pencil or fingertips. Oh and I'm the dummy of the century. I threw away all my journals last year cause of complete frustration. What in the paper and pen hell was I thinking?!! *slaps forehead* Also, during my stint in Nigeria, I had journals. And guess where those are?


*blank stare*


I suck.


I'm out like my love for hoarding magazines. It's time to let go. Even though I'm keeping anything related to BSB, "Lost", Carmelo Anthony and music lists. :oD