Friday, February 29, 2008

That anger thing

I'm pissed off; I don't want to use a euphemism, and I don't want to put it delicately, but I'm pissed on so many levels.

I'm trying to decide whether or not I am angrier at myself or the other person in this equation.

I just can't stand liars.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008


If i stay home to work, I find something else to do. If I go out, I worry about not doing all the piled up work. When I attempt working during the day, all I want to do is nap.

What to do, what to do, what to do???

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

And now for something serious

I'm not usually serious here, or really anywhere for that matter. There's a lot of stuff that I keep locked away in my brain; not to be used for public consumption.

But, this is something that I decided that I wanted to share, to say out loud. Who knows, maybe it will help some one, some where...

I have BDD; that's Body Dysmorphic Disorder. It's considered to be an outgrowth for people who have dealt with an eating disorder. It doesn't matter if you were bulimic, anorexic or anything that comes under the eating disorder umbrella, if you've struggled with it, there's a chance that you'll develop BDD. Not everyone who's had an eating disorder gets it, and I think, but I haven't done research on this, but I do think it's possible to have BDD without having to pass the prerequisite course. Having struggled with anorexia for years, I'm pretty much over it now, but I've got the side effect.

What is it? It's the inability to see oneself in a true light. A lot of people with BDD obsess over a particular body part; thighs, waist, hips. In their mind, the body part is grotesquely huge and out of proportion. It's another way to hate your body.

Me? I look in the mirror, acknowledge that it's me and that's just about it. For years I have stumbled around not knowing if I was pretty, ugly, coyote ugly (you gnaw your arm off in the middle of the night to escape), stunning or average. Had a dim idea of how I looked physically, but wasn't always sure.

It's like I've spent most of my life stumbling around in the dark. Now here's the weird part, it's fashion week, I'm up early stumbling around trying to get ready to go back to the tents and look at more clothes, I'm exhausted from lack of sleep and not coordinated at all.

Tripping over 10,000 pairs of shoes that are strewn across my bedroom floor, I glance at the floor length mirror in my bedroom. I stop. I blink. I walk closer and look again.

For the first time ever, I recognize myself. For the first time I finally see what the rest of the world sees when they look at me.

I'm a freaking knockout.

And I have a pair of shoes and a rolodex that I stubbed my toe on to thank for that relevation.

Weird, huh?

Monday, February 25, 2008

I'm baaaaaaaack!

I'm back. I can't swear that I am going to post everyday or not, but I'm here, live as it were on the net.

Since I write for a living, there are days when I feel like I'm going to explode if I write one more thing....hence the silence.

Quick Update-

Ivan is practically engaged- he's living with E in the Slope- haven't heard from him in a looong time.
Albert moved to Mamaroneck- is also living with his intended
Diana and Isa the wonderdog are still hanging in there
James and Tanitha are engaged.
My dog still hides when I try to groom her.

I've switched from covering music/entertainment to covering fashion and beauty. I will occasionally do something music related, only if the spirit moves me. Am going to be interviewing Sasha of Sasha and Digweed soon.

Am still living where I live.
Am now blonde and loving it.
Am still single.
Am currently looking for a new Shifu.
Am still addicted to shoes.

See, nothing changes!