Operation Pegasus

I'm watching The History Channel, they're showing a special on MI9 activities during the WWII. Some of these female spies are hardcore you know? But then again the British have always been a little crazy.

It's 4:42PM, and I haven't really done anything today, at first the peace was welcoming but now I feel the cold hands of boredom feeling up my back. I've started sketching again, I know I'm a great designer and it's something I should be taking advantage of more ferociously, so I am, with this new bucket of time on my hands.

I like to think of myself as a great friend, to people that deserve it that is. I really would do a lot for the people I care about and I'm viciously protective of them as well. My mother says that I should stay out of people's business, but when someone is getting hurt I don't see a good enough reason for me to step back. If I saw a stranger bleeding on the side of the road, I WOULD HELP, whether it was my business too or not.

That's just how I work. I can't turn a blind eye to someone in pain. Unless of course they continue to put themselves in that situation.

Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me.

I could've easily walked into a Bush joke there but I'll leave him alone, he's sitting pretty on his Texas ranch rolling in billions of stolen Iraqi dollars.

I miss Ghana, I miss it's simplicity, but I'm not ready to go back just yet, I have more of the world to see.

Back to Atlanta, then Greece and Turkey. I can't wait for that trip, I low-key have a fear of getting kidnapped and getting sold into human trafficking, I'm a hot babe you know, old perverted guys like me, I told my mother that if she ever turns my back on me while we're trekking through Greece she better be prepared to go Taken on some niggas.

But then again I'm not stupid enough to follow hot boys down a dark alley, unless it's to do with work and I can do a verifiable background check on niggas, all I am doing is flirting, nothing more than flirting, no one gets my name, no one gets my hotel room, nada, won't get me psycho white people! Won't get me.

Switching to FashionTV.

Eric Tibusch Haute Couture Spring Summer 2010 is ridiculously boring. But I do like those dead animals he throws on the models. Okay so maybe the white girls are the boring ones, three black models in a row all gave me the business.

But then again I'm totally model racist. The shoes for this show are intense though, and no not the flaccid Payless heels he's thrown on their heads.

I like how designers just throw a whole bunch of feathers and layers on something and call it "Couture".

That's it. I want a mink coat. I don't care PETA, I don't care, eat my dirty knickers I want a mother loving mink coat.

Mother just called, she's working late at the hospital again, I guess that means a couple of more hours alone in this big ol' apartment. I do like the ceiling though, it's so high up, I love space in a living area. It can be a tiny room, but if the ceiling is high it adds so much more depth.

I'm just rambling I know, but hey? What else is there to do? Enjoy the music yeah? Roll one up and take a couple of shots for me alright?

I'm as sober as the day is old.

Sergio Rossi Spring Summer 2010 collection? Shoes? Yes please.

Frankey out.