Lady Effing GAGA

This video is over an hour long. But, it is worth it. Lady Gaga is so empowering. She's just gorgeous and so genuine.

"If you don't have any shadows, you're not standing in the light." -Lady Gaga

Hot Sunday

 

 I didn't forget about ya'll. I just choose to wait until the last possible moment. Luckily, most of my readers reside in the central time zone so, I get an extra hour. So, I've still been sick, but at least looking at hot women makes me feel a little better.  :)

Adele - Rolling In The Deep

The hot new thing.

It's in my Lungs

I've been cocky about not being sick this fall and winter. Because of that, karma decided to give it to me long and hard without any notice. Friday night before my noon flight to Dallas, I went out with my friends, no biggie.  I had a few too many cocktails. The morning after, I was throwing up wildly. Still, I packed and managed the ride to the airport. I should have taken it as a sign when I was searching for a place to throw up in the airport, that I might want to sit out this flight. But, no, I'm a trooper. I got on the flight to hell. During the flight, I preceded to throw up every 10 min. It was awful, I felt like I was going to faint. The flight attendants said that EMT would be waiting for me. Great, I thought, sarcastically. I made it out of the plane only to discover I couldn't really walk. After some persuasion (Ambulance rides are so effing expensive) it was decided that I would be taken to the nearest hospital. Embarrassingly I left the airport on a stretcher with my sunglasses on. I pretended to be dying so it looked worse. Several hours later and tons of fluid later, I felt somewhat better.

Interestingly, the cough that had been dormant decided to transform into a full blown cold with a 101.2 temp. I powered through though, desperate not to miss Mother Gaga. It was completely worth it. She's an amazing performer who doesn't hold back. There was about 5 set changes and she performed all her songs. Including Born this Way. I decided not to hold back either, and dressed to impress. The rest of the concert goers approved of my look because every 5 min, someone asked to take their picture with me. It was lovely and something I could get used to. 

My cousin and I. She's the one who did my hair.

So, now I'm back in Florida, trying to get rid of this cold from hell. It's in my lungs now, and my asthma makes it worse. Hopefully, by the end of this weekend, I'll be better though. And, of course, Hot People will be on Sunday.

I've neglected you, blog. My health and Gaga has been more important. More later.

Moar Seashells

Bits and Pieces

I stared at this picture for a good ten minutes. It's kinda enchanting. Of course, her boobs would need to be bigger, but apparently there's not enough sea shells, either. Her thigh is too flabby and her fingers should be straight. I wish we weren't given such unrealistic body images. No-one looks like that, except the chosen few who's job is to look flawless. And, even they get photo shopped. I've become frustrated with myself for trying to reach that ideal.

 

 I'm pretty broke right now. Saving money is simple, stop spending. Which translates to me, having a hard time saving. I want to be able to do stuff, get a coffee, have a couple drinks, but all that adds up so quickly.  I'm relying on myself 100% percent. I've been having a hard time with the concept of money lately. It's just crazy to see millionaires get tax cuts, while the middle-class struggles to budget 3.60/g gas.We're all supposed to have the new car, apartment, furniture,kid,dog,cat,blah blah blah. All of that is very expensive, even if you went with the cheap crap. So, we work. We get jobs and second jobs and break our backs, for what? So, the upper-class can pay less into the economy? So, we can get planned-parenthood, NPR and anything else that's slightly liberal de-funded? All while, big financial crooks are swindling the economy out of millions. Some are given money directly from the government, others lie and get money from back-roomed deals. Either way, the rich get richer. Annnd, that's why I want to maybe live in Spain forever, if I can swindle it.

I am now, stepping off of the soap-box.  

Here's some other GIF's just for giggles and shits because I <3 my readers.

, originally uploaded by randommusings.

Hot Sunday

 

Nicki Manaj

Sweet Baby Jesus, Jake Gyllenhaal.

I hope everyone had a lovely weekend. Mine was asi-asi. It's getting warmer and that definitely makes me happy. I could never live in Seattle or somewhere up north. The weather would affect my emotions too much. I guess I have seasonal depression or whatever they're marketing it as these days.

I found this craigslist ad, one of the best of's. And its absolutely spectacular, its a little long. Basically the lady lays down the groundwork for men and educates them on fucking. In it's pure and simpliest forms. Everyone should read it,  especially, MEN. I'm actually pleading with you, to read it. 

Just, fucking fuck me already

Also, Dallas friends, look for me next weekend! Gaga plays on Monday, but I'll be in town Friday night!!!

Homeostasis

 

Cardigan- JC Penny?? I've had it forever and I've sown it back after it unraveled in the dryer. 

Dress- Thrift Store. It's a brand by target.

Shoes- Who knows. Bought them at least 6 years ago. 

Earrings- Stole them from my sister.

Watch- Fossil.

I know I've sucked at doing outfit posts. It just takes energy to dress up and take pictures and do all that jazz. These pictures were taken earlier this week.  My week started out great, energized and packed full. Then I got sick and I've been sleeping and sleeping. But hopefully this will be the last cold of the year. Annnnd Dallas next weekend. I've got to start planning my Gaga outfit.

Hidden Park

Just a short vlog.