Scent Of Sulphur

I 've kinda been feeling like an ornament lately. Just a piece of f'ugly useless decoration with no purpose at all. I wanna get my energy back up at a 100% so I can get back into da biz. ;) But a part of me keep asking the gods what the hell I'm here for...cause I can't shake the feeling that I'm supposed to do something...more! Just restless I guess. :)  I 've a heap of designs in my desk... Mostly interior actually. Hope I'll be able to make the armoire this spring...then fill it up with my victorian inspired clothes & shoes. :) Found these amazing laces & buttons in a little box in the attic...probs from my mums auntie. Who was a seamstress. Lots of her dresses etc was given to the local museum...real works of art. Some of the few items I have of hers are incredible detailed. Love them all! ..wish my butt & boobs would fit in them though. :P Anyway...I'm really inspired by the things I found up there. & I'll definitely use th

S o tired of even uttering these words...but I've been sick again. Throwing up & generally feeling like a nasty pair of sweaty balls. It's like the gods are screaming in my ear "YOU CAN'T HAVE IT AAAAALL YOU KNOW!?!?!" Hehehe...really can't do anything but laugh & scream defiantly back at them "OH YEEEAAH?!?! WELL WATCH MEEEEEE!!!!!" ...& somehow...with that attitude...even though my body feels weak...I know I'll get what I want & need. Just takes a wee bit longer. It's never disrespectful to stand up for what you want & believe in. But it is if you act like an ideological steamroller from the metropolis of Douchebagonia...& I'm definetly not from that place. Even though maaaany people wanna write me in it's census records as born & raised there. ;) I am & I do things different than you. So either you can turn your pretty little nose in the other direction & start walking...or hang on tight. Cause