I don't really have anything to gripe about.
Really. There's nothing wrong, missing (what a lie!!!), undone or unhappy.

Which , I suppose, would make me stand out from all the other bloggers because usually we're just one heaving mass of "my-life-is-so-crappy"ness. Went shopping today, got the coolest things.
Some jewellery, shoes, wraparounds jerseys....the only perk missing was the lingerie.
There are the two things I always want, no matter how much i have of it : jewellery (colourful, shiny, beady, mmm) and lingerie (lacy, satiny, mmm) .

I was watching "Frida" again the other night. Its such a beautiful , arty film. And Salma Hayek does, arguably, have the best breasts in the world. If I was otherwise inclined there'd be a poster of her adorning my wall. (or at least a sizeable portion of my closet)
But as it stands my mind is elsewhere, and by elsewhere I mean 15 hour-flight elsewhere.

Its interesting that while women are more likely to develop mood disorders, men are more likely to have sexual paraphilias. You freakos you.
If you really want to know how sick the stronger gender can be, go look up "autoerotic asphyxiation" and "frotteurism" .
This sudden spark of feministic leanings is inspired by EJ once saying "You have no idea how strong the sexual drive in men are. Its the main thing."

I refuse to accept it! Are we misguided in idealising men as protectors, nurterers and soulmates?
gah!