Scribblestix, Stones and Dino Bones

Much like the many chambers of my fragile mind these days, my world is cluttered. I've got possessions, stuff, things, trinkets, gifts, presents, junk, crap, do hickeys, thingamajigs, those, that theres, and bullshit. I've got gift boxes inside of baggies, baggies inside of containers, containers inside of storage trunks and storage trunks inside of closets.

I've got shoes. Man have I got shoes. I keep buying stilettos. Why? Because magazines and shows about a chain smoking white chics sex life tell me that its awesomely sexy to walk on tiptoes while balancing all my weight on the stems of wine glasses made in China. And is it me or does it seem like these heely torture devices are getting narrower by the season. I pretty much have to lose 20lbs and cut off two toes from each foot to get any feeling closely resembling comfort in any sized heel these days. But I've got 'em and I've worn each pair at least once. I rock my converse and shell toe addidas daily:3 pairs of freakin' shoes. THREE...daily. I need an intervention.

I've got books. Man do I have books. These are books I've accumulated over a 2.5 year period AFTER a house fire destroyed most of my collection. They are everywhere. I even have a few in a bag(more freakin' bags) under my desk at work. I have some in my car: under the seats, on the floor, on the backseats. Some one suggested I try audiobooks or downloading books to my ipod. WTF? Who does that sick shit...oh yeah, NON-reader losers thats who. If you're not blind or old and practically blind then how could you? How could you, I ask? I know you can't tell by looking at my scribblins' but I *heart* words. There's nothing better than carving out a corner amongst all my nonsensical bullshit, and nose diving head and heart first into a bomb ass book. I love the weight of a good book in my hands or resting on my knees. I like to reread paragraphs. The paragraphs that make my skin crawl, or the hairs on my neck stand up. Paragraphs that make me soar above my clutter and into another galaxy. I need to be able to read, reflect and read again. I like to underline and highlight words I want to keep forever. How the hell do you do this on an audio book-i-pod thingy? Audio Bookie Pod thingies are for SUCKAS. Oh and blind folks and practically blind folks, i.e the intended audience. (not you lazy techie addicted bastards that haven't held a book since high school.)

I have lotion-y smell good products. Man do I have the lotions. Like our financial institutions, this can't be self regulated. I need help. I am addicted to delicious smelling supple skin. It's much easier than spending minutes to hours applying makeup. I can't be bothered with that messy madness. Plus I don't need to be "made up." What you see is what you get and IF you get my shit it's gonna smell supremely divine. And NO, I won't be smelling like your Karan's, CK's or Diddy Puff toilet waters cuz I don't rock your ex-chics department store knock off's. I like the natural scents, the shea butters and oils, the creams and veggie soaps wrapped in recycled Public Enemy album covers and hemp string, packaged ever so holistically by my neighborhood Nation of Islam bean pie brotha or my lengthy loc wearing flea market goddesses.

I'm ridding myself of the clutter this week and in the process I've found me.
ME-The converse, shell toe addidas wearing, fanatical book reading, stilleto and makeup hating, flea market roaming, blogger chic that smells hella fuckin' good! Ta DA!
*Throws confetti* as a tribute to Lauren "The confetti Ninja!"
Speedy recovery, young one. :-)