Bacon, Cream & Other Sexy Words

How dare she go and lose all that weight without checking with me? Those love handles... Those lovely lovely love handles!

I still think she's the best looking television has to offer...

(Oh.. And that sexy British accent, like hello  Can it get anymore sexier?)

Evidently it can! Have you seen  how well this goddess knows her way around the kitchen?

Okay! Fine! Don't believe me! But here's one last sales pitch on behalf of Lawson: she makes bacon at 2am after a night out!

SOLD!

Eat Your Vegetables!!!

The old me would have probably just dropped dead if this showed up at my table...

Of Wolves, Lambs & Lions

No, I'm not quoting Mathew 10:16...

There are sheep dressed up as lions. Then there are lions hiding under sheep cloaks. And last there are wolves in sheep clothing...

Do YOU know which of the above you are?

Or are you a genuine sheep, wolf or a lion going about your swag...?

#onetruelove

I'd Rip My Eyes Out

But I'd still watch it....

I've seen some dumb television series make it pass the first season and then there's Chuck. It is badly written, it has the most dumbest story line and worst of all, they've gotten this hottie to play a killer elite CIA agent. Now as far Femme Fatale goes, this Yvonne Strahovski can 'hovski' me A N Y T I M E !

(I need to be alone now)

No Country For The Weak

Something about the older you get the wiser you become laaaa...

I can generally say it's not panning out well in my reckless mind. I mean we all wanna lead a healthy life, right? And then those who've never given two fucks about it and those know what I'm talking about. I'll be dead honest here, I do not wanna live pass 60. I think 60 years in this earth is good enough, after that; contract void laaa... But for fuck sakes I do not wanna spend my last days on a Dialysis chair or spontaneous Thursday becoming Chemo Thursdays!

The Clock Is Ticking

The question of how long do you take to discover (or re-discover) yourself is a trick question. So I'm telling myself the deadline I gave myself a few hundred years ago is hereby null and void. It doesn't count anymore.

I'm gonna be raising hell in the old folks home and I'm gonna stick with my story; it's just a phase!

'Not knowing' is not the problem. People implanting ideas in you of what you should/could/would know or do is the problem. Here's to turning a deaf ear, a blind eye and maybe even a dumb face here and there to make it all legit.

I'm sorry if I'm gonna take more time than your average Joe. I'm sorry I still am not sure what I'm doing, where I'm going with all this. But eventually I have faith I'll find what I'm looking for or at least die searching.