Crazy Bear.

It's crazy that I want this, right?



CRAZY.

It serves no purpose in my life whatsoever and definitely falls under my current shopping ban.
But it's gooey black eyes and band merch smile are doing me in.

Ice Queen.

Urgh, what is it with guys, seriously?

I went out for drinks with work last Friday night and this is what happened...

But first... back story! There's a guy I work with, who is actually an alright guy and we have a lot in common, but I have absolutely no interest in him like that, I think you know what I mean. But anyway, a couple of years ago, we became friends and for a while it was cool, hanging out at work and having someone to talk to about bands etc. But then we went to the movies (as friends!) and then out to see a band (as friends!) and after that things got weird.

A creative life.

When you are a child and people ask you what you want to be when you grow up, the answer is easy. Pick a career. For me, it was always a vet, and then later a psychologist (I was a complicated child). And maybe in the secrets of my mind, also an actress or a dancer.

Now that I am older, I care less and less about job titles. I don’t want to know what you do to pay your bills and keep clothes on your back. I want to know what moves you, what grabs your interest and what makes your heart bleed.

Jumping the gun?

As some of you may know, I just got back from holidays a few days ago, and even though I have a ton of stuff I want to write about and let out into the world eventually, I still haven't even gotten myself together yet, let alone the thoughts in my head. I guess I told myself I would take it easy and just write when I am ready to make some sense out of anything at all.

So there I am, happily procrastinating my life away while I do the internet rounds, and then I happen to see this...