I believe in making small personal goals for oneself…y’know, first you accomplish the small ones then you move on to the big ones.

Well, one-a my small goals, is to make sure that I smell as good as possible, at all times.
Hence I’ve found myself with a collection of shower gels, lotions, body mists, colognes and scented oils.

When I step out of the shower having just washed & conditioned my hair, and I anoint my body with my Skin So Soft bath oil, I feel like a new woman. And of course I make sure everyone in the house catches a whiff.

Mum: “You smell like suh’in tuh eat!” (She doesn't understand why that'd be a GOOD thing)
Warren: “You smell awright…I guess.” (he says, barely glancing away from his computer game)
Dad: “You smell like a funeral parlour!” ( Would it kill him to say something nice?)

Most times I don’t derive much satisfaction from their responses, but I know that deep down I light up their lives with my refreshing aroma!

C.O.T.

Tomorrow's Valentine's Day...and even though I'm Valentineless as usual, I can't bring myself to denounce it as a materialistic farce of a "holiday". I can't help it, I think a Lovers' Day is a great idea, and I guess I'll keep saving up my V-Day energy for when I finally get myself someone to expend it on.
I tellya, he ain' gun know wha hit 'im! I'll send him roses, dedicate songs to 'im on de radio, I'll take him out for a romantic starlit picnic wid his favourite dessert, soothe him with a scented back-rub, ....damn, I'd be so good to him, I'd wish I WAS him!

I was just sifting through the attic of my memory and I came across files on the happy times I had in the St. Michael School Choir.

I guess I didn't realise it then, but I really did have a blast!
I think most people kinda thought the choir was cheesy, but I stuck to it for 5 years, and I enjoyed every minute.
I remember singing in the St Michael Cathedral for Founder's Day service...our voices rising in unison, above those of the other students.
Tears would come to my eyes as I heard my own voice contributing to a beautiful hymn. Those were the times I really felt like a part of something bigger than myself.

And our old choirmaster Mr. Spencer! Everybody else thought he was a real hard-ass, but I knew he was just misunderstood. Anybody who gave us a box of chocolates every Xmas, couldn'ta been THAT bad!

Those were the days, my friend.

C.O.T.
I was a bad, baaaaad, girl today! I ate a whole bag of Caramel Blondies! Now, I don’t know what a blondie is exactly, but these things were like moist, crumbly, nuggets of joy that melt in your mouth. I tasted one, and immediately wanted to praise the Lord and give up men.
I suspect cocaine is one of the main ingredients.

That song GraveDigger by The Dave Matthews Band has got to be the gloomiest song I’ve heard in quite a while, if not ever.
It makes me wanna lock myself in a damp cellar and cry until I pass out.

C.O.T.
Well, the show was pretty good...the tickets sold out!
I did mess up in some of the steps, but nothing big enough for me to kill myself over. The lollipop did drop out, but I was smooth enough to retrieve it in time to the music!
Man, am I relieved it's all over. Now I won't have to see that creepy "cultural officer" again! Hooray! However, I WILL miss wearing fishnet stockings.

C.O.T.
Will anything ever be good enough for my father?