Empress says...

Fishnet stockings Spiked heels Tims and a hoody (from my tomboy days) A confident walk A pleasant aroma (perfume/cologne) A bright smile Football players (brutal men in tights...how could I not?) :D Buff arms & wife beaters Gangsta chicks in man beaters Players in camos holding killa markers [paintball] Graff and sick handstyles Eloquent speech Clean cut attire *Being unique An intellectual conversation A broad vocabulary The correct use of it lol Love for music Love for life Respect for others A healing touch A warm hug A soft kiss Fresh breath A "go-getter" attitude Knowledge of one's culture/heritage Finally.... Love for one's self! What's sexy to you?

My best walking pal Yodie and I took a nice long walk through the neigbourhood yesterday. It was an eye opener on where I live. The first few streets were filled with the smell of barbecue and the constant barking of random dogs. I love how Yodie doesn't respond to these barks. She looks straight ahead and keeps moving as if she's on a very important mission. We came across a house that advertised plants and trees for sale. The front yard looked like it hadn't been attended too in ages. The next street was lined with large old style homes. I have to admit, I was pleasantly surprised to see who lived in this area. People of light and dark skin alike. Across from these homes was a huge golf course and the same types of people played there. I should not be amazed in this day and age but it is still nice to see =) As Yodie and I reached the middle of the street, there was a "No Outlet" sign at the corner and slowly an abandoned building creeped up. It had the markings...

Waking up to a child screeching at the top of its lungs is the worst feeling first thing in the morning. Following the ear piercing tones was "SHUT THE F... UP!!!" This came from the mother who clearly ran short on patience at that point. Oh but it gets better. The father replied to the mother with, "Shut that kid up before I toss it outside!" At this point I was sure I was not dreaming since I could feel the breeze coming from the window brush against the standing hairs on my arms. This constant screaming continued (in unison at times) for the next 20 mins. My roommate was equally irritated by this time. We talked about calling the "services" on them but we didn't for some odd reason. Later on, while on the porch, my roommates heard the mother say to the father, "I bet the neighbours can hear what you say." Uh...YEAH YOU THINK!!! I mean geez, publicly announcing that you are considering harming your child is not kosher. Surprisingly today t...

The joys of share boredome. See this doodle here .

I bonded with you I share precious moments with you I love spending time with you All for love I want to be held by you I can't stop thiking about you I want to be with you All for love I missed the plane for you I spent the night with you I took good care of you All for love

Wow! This may be cool or weird. There's even a Ravelry group for it. I'll have to check it out to see if it's worth following. See what it's all about here .

I have always been independent and never needed to be defined by others. For the past few years that has changed drastically and has affected the way I look at my work. I can't seem to create something that makes me 1,000% happy. Artist block? Maybe. Negative impact? Definitely. Lately I've been evaluating my art work and handstyle and took into consideration what others have said to me. This has been brought on by thoughts of how I can improve and build on what I love. I appreciate insight because it helps me to see things from a different perspective. Although that is the case, I find myself staring at my work and thinking, "why can't I see what others see is 'wrong' with this?" After talking to my motivator and my friend, I realized that I don't need the approval of others. My work is exactly that, MINE . It should not be the interpretation of someone else's ideas or look like someone else's writing. Obviously it will no longer be my work if...