Country Worship

AUSTRALIA DAY;

Ahhh. The perfect day to dress up in australia flags, get messy and act like a complete bogan,
and no-one will dare say anything.

The one day we unite with our bogan roots and have a shrimp on the barbie.



Well any excuse to get extremely wasted, get a great tan, and parade around in my togs all day is good enough for me ;)


HAPPY AUSSIE DAY

Yours,

B

All I Want Is Everything

Something new on my wanted list:

Influence;

a coffee table book by the worlds most stylish twins.
Mary-Kate and Ashley Oslen.




Examples of their effortless style:







PS. Forgive any image distortion.

Yours Truly;

love B.

Confused Rhapsody.

WORK. –noun
1. exertion or effort directed to produce or accomplish something; labor; toil.

Every human being works. but why? to gain money? power? friends? or relationships?


in my dictionary it simply states this;

WORK- chore
1. waste of time, waste of life.
2. boring.


I have slaved, laboured and drained my energy all summer. And for what? The pay check. That i don't even get to lay a fingerprint on? The paycheck that gets caught up in a gust of wind and blown right into my mothers bank account?


its hell.
its shit

basically;
its FUCKED.

Anyway;

This has lead me to wonder, Why Do People Need Jobs?

I mean i can understand single sophisticated women need clothes and sexy shoes, but what about the parents? To feed there kids: YES. To spoil the kid rotten: NO.

What about the homeless? Are they homeless because they too have been robbed of there money and hard work or did they blow it all on crack and ciggarettes?



It's all too much for me.


I'd rather just marry a rich prince so i can dine, shop and relax.


Romeo, Romeo where have thout Romeo?


Will this ever happen?
Doubt it.

Till next time,
love B.

Touched For The Very First Time

this is my first blog,
i haven't the faintest clue how to do any of this so excuse my blogs current tackiness.




you know you love me,
B.