Yeah, I've cranked out a few of these suckers before. I never stick with them though...not sure why that is, but I don't.
Oh yeah, it's probably because I have a problem with being publicly depressed and since things often happen that depress me...well...you DO see the problem.
Sigh, but that is something that I will try to fight my way around, as I will try to fight my way around my nearly paralyzing lack of confidence and enthusiasm for the life that life has offered me (honestly, I AM just an out of work multi-billionaire, I swear it!)
As the name of this blog suggests I'm little and I have black hair. It was never as blue-black as my grandpas but still it was always a very respectable degree of dark.
I love good pastries, GOOD ONES dammit, not that crap the Walmart bakery department cobbles together with audacity and a healthy helping of chemical binder! I love Indian films, inasmuch as I love any films at all. I used to watch them all the time but when I discovered that the star I most adored, was in love with actually, was probably secretly gay I kind of reverted to my earlier stand of disinterest in movies so I haven't seen any films in ages unless you count rewatches of The Bad Seed on Netflix.
"...What would you do if I gave you a basket of kisses...?"
Well, me? I'd run swearing from the room, unless you were the most-likely-gay Indian actor, in which case I'd kiss you back.
I like makeup and clothes and have recently taken to making perfume. I'm totally girly in fact, and have neither interest in nor ability to make money. This is unfortunate as I am actually poor as the proverbial church mouse.
Sigh...more food for derprssion...BUT there are always interesting things happening, and you never know...the actor may not be gay...and I may be able to pull off the miracle of a lifetime, though I've still to find a way to make money.
Oh yes, and I have an odd and not particularly healthy fascination with Karl Lagerfeld.
Oh of course not! Perish the thought! It's not sexual or anything horrifying like that, I just find the man's weirdness endlessly interesting.
Did you know he believes short men want to kill him? He made a quote to that effect which you may be able to find if you google it. Ahhh Karl...my unappetizingly thin, 77 year old, leather clad spiritual brother...there may be more truth in his declaration than we know. My Indian actor love is killing me, and he's short, 5'9" my ass.
