The Down House.

I feel like for the past 2 weeks, I've been living at the Down House. It's Charles Darwin's heezy...the place where he worked on his "Theory of Evolution". Anyhow, I've been physically detached, just a smidge, from social reality...incognito but with the hella. The intention is madd natural and had me thinking about the reasons why it is my natural nature...I assume from my great sense of self-awareness, I thrive on breathes of fresh solo dolo air. Shit, air gets in everywhere (Pootie Tang). From my chilling solidarity, I slept full 8+ hours, did 1 hour cardios twice a day, and gained confidence in my purpose, self-worth, and independent productivities. Sometimes, hybernating at the Down House, allows someone to find the inspirations, the calm, the peaceful state of mind one needs to fulfill personal soul-assuring spirituality. Because chilling at the Down House, low sensory stimulation, less materialistic, less superficial, self-respect, non-existing superiority and zero personality disorders resides here. So as we all are down like the economy and can't afford extravagant, unnecesary, "I wanna travel and do shit so I can post it on my facebook to get bitches to envy my percieved tightness", its very comforting and its a beautiful assurance to follow the hellayellowbrickroad to "no place like home". Maybe I'll be able to develop the "Theory of Hella...".

Moving along like a gang of picnic ants stealing the food from a picnic basket (I remember this from an old skool cartoon...I wanna say Yogi Bear but I'm not sure), I have been trying to get in shape for fabulousity, and staying good from beinging a shopping whore (although I am boarderlining it if you consider my Jimmy Choo purchases, Sephora buys and Cyber Mondays).

Its now the time to jumpstart the early New Years Resolutions...no hydrogenated oils, meaning chippies, which are my vices, shooogar, blame-it-on-the-alcohol, work out to you pass out, hungry =displeasurable yet satisfactionary results, bitches who do not honor reciprocity will get no love, bookworming it, and plan my wedding. Ha. I guess my priorities are madd clear...Get Skinny or Die Trying, then get hitched.

Lastly, sharing my passionate makeup hobbie, I purchased NYC liquid eyeliner in black pearl for $2 and it works good for a cheapy brand...just apply a thin layer and gradual winged out techique to prevent crackles (for realz!). Also, Target has E.L.F. products for the holidays for uno dinero, which includes an real decent eyeshadow brush and liquid eyeliner too...just don't get the pen form because the color is madd faint.

As I Leave this bitch, here is a look that I did which was inspired by Sephora's Candy Colored Eyes poster:




So blend blend blend and stay warm. Pizzease.

Music Therapy: Forever by Drake, Kanye, Lil Wayne & Em.
"It may not mean nothin to yall but understand nothin was done for me. So I don't plan on stoppin at all, I want this shit forever...Last name ever, first name greatest. like a sprained ankle boy, I aint nothing to play with".