A Little Bit Of Sunshine

Wow, a normal title for once (I know). But this isn't a regular post...just something I'd like to do at least monthly. Feedback, people. I'm always looking to improve and grow in my craft, so your thoughts and suggestions are always welcome in the comment section. I will most likely cry in response to criticism, but don't let that get in your way. Be honest. I can take it (personally).

Yes I'm starving, but for something a Big Mac can't satisfy. In a place where bread can't reach. For so long I've been a consumer, of beauty packaged in tubes of red (available in stores near you). Foundations that support insecurity, plus a clean matte finish. Yes, my heart has been on hunger strike for better service delivery. And certainly not the takeaway kind. Reviewer : Sithu Rating : 1/10

Bad service Posted : 23 February 2019 - 01:27 She won't touch her plate  But oh my is she full  of the lies we were fed  In the buffet of life Call your manager Posted : 23 February 2019 - 01:31 Get her a table with your finest view (heaven's first choice of course) but the ocean will do Start with a light course of toasted smiles  A zany sauce, but keep it mild Your freshest honesty Your richest love Keep her cup filled with laughter Cheque please? Posted : 23 February 2019 - 01:36 Oh, just put it on my tab

How to be firmly planted into happiness: 1. Well... 2. Um. 3. Hell if I know.

Oh, really? Here's a list of why it doesn't matter. Natural girls are amazing/beauty gurus are amazing. Thick girls are amazing/skinny girls are amazing. Cute girls are amazing/Sexy girls are amazing. Shy girls are amazing/Confident girls are amazing. Dark girls are amazing/Light girls are amazing. Intellectuals are amazing/Non-intellectuals are amazing. Sporty girls are amazing/Artsy girls are amazing. Black is amazing/Pink is amazing. Chucks are amazing/Heels are amazing. Jeans are amazing/Dresses are amazing. Career women are amazing/Housewives are amazing. Tough women are amazing/Soft women are amazing. It's possible to uplift one group without putting down another. This is a formal apology to Barbie™, regarding the harsh statements stated about her in posts below. It occured to me, that in my well-intentioned ideals, I implied that women can't love both makeup and mathematics. That there was a right (better)  way to female. Which is the exact idea I ac

How to save your heart 1. There will be gunpowder residue where your heart was wounded, clean this up. 2. Stitch up the wound, but not too well (or you'll be encouraged to fall again). Be sure to leave a faint scar as a reminder. 3. For minor scabs, adminster a few Taylor Swift songs.  In the case of critical injury, invest in an Adele album. 4. Delay using for at least another __ months or years 5. Repeat.

If you're wondering what Italian wine tastes like : it's a decadent fruit party in your mouth, the stuff of starry nights dancing on your tongue.  It is also the taste of abandonment, the last kiss, the card game you played to pass the time while your dad found out what beer tastes like, again and again and again.  And so you had to find out what tears taste like, again and again and again. But I just watch you pour and say : ''The wine does go well with the chicken.'' Reviewer : Sithu Rating  : 2/10

I contemplated the mirror and my complete lack of sleeves. Did my arms really need to see daylight? Honestly, this top must've been ripped off the kiddies section, it's that small. On the plus side, the only competitors I had were currently napping in day care. A timid glance at my watch said I had 2 more minutes to panic excessively until my ride got here. What was I doing? I didn't need confidence...I just needed to channel confidence. Or at least someone who had it. Let's see, let's see. What would Beyoncè do?  Okay, stupid question. The woman could smoke meth and people would applaud her recreational support. What would Rihanna do?  Easy. She wouldn't even touch a bra. She'd hike up the skirt then, deciding it's not revealing enough, ditch it for booty shorts. Okay, now we're headed the right place...but maybe just a tad too fast for me. Come on, come on. Who walked tall and commanded a room without even trying? John Wick, that