You know those bottles with the labels on them that say Do Not Take Internally? Yeah, well. I can't help it. I take everything internally.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Something Beautiful Of The Day

So here, eventually, under "Something Beautiful Of The Day" will be photos of models runways, magazine photoshoots, and other glamorous extravaganzas.
But to begin, I feel like it'd be appropriate to start with an original beauty, before we had photoshop to make just everything gorgeous.

Hello world now caught up in Megan Fox, meet someone classy. Someone stunning. Someone still halfway natural.
Grace Kelly:




Song of the Day


The song of the day is

Loop A Loop

by The Crimea

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xNz0CcEPOs

Meet The Crimea, a nobody band started in the 2000s. Apparently they mostly tour around Texas. Its a relaxed, moody sound. Its the song I put on when I get home late at night and just feel frustrated.


Download the whole album free at: http://www.thecrimea.net/

Thoughts on the song selection?

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Taken Internally

Have you read the warning on the labels of bottles that instructs "Not to be taken internally"?
I was in the shower today when I read these words for the millionth time, this time on the back of a shampoo bottle. It is a "duh" instruction, one of those rules that we all know without having to be told.
But I understood something about myself. I ignore those warnings. I take everything internally. Every little conversation, song, idea, adventure or moment of aloneness I take internally. It all goes deep inside; I have no option for "ignore" or "take no notice." Even on bottles with the "do not take internally" written in big red letters, I cannot help myself. It forces its way down my throat and into my brain processes and secret thoughts.
Perhaps that's why I'm so poisoned.

Kate

My name isn't Kate. Its not even close. I don't even particularly like the name Kate.

But Kate is a short, simple, earthy name. I tend to be the girl who is overly romantic, and usually end up just cheesy. So I avoided naming myself London, Faye, Summer, or any of the other maple syrup-style names. I will be Kate.

Kate is a wanderer. She has only recently come to terms with the fact that she doesn't know exactly who she is because she is a different person every morning. She is stupidly idealistic, uncontrollably perfectionist, easily moved, and a bitter pessimist. Kate knows exactly what she is looking for but doubts it exists. She demands absolute beauty in herself, but doesn't think she has the ability to be absolutely beautiful. Kate can't keep herself in one place or thought for long, and she's always exploding.

Kate is a simple name, but Kate is anything but simple.