The lateness in me

As you may have already gathered on this here blog; I am one of those people that catch onto things late. So you won't be surprised to hear of my new obsession.



I know I know this song has been floating out there for a while now; but hey forgive me I've been outta this music game for a hot minute. But now I'm back and I'm telling you I tre adore this song right here. I literally play it on a loop. I loves it. And yes I am playing it as I type.

Hello there Angel, you have now become my new obsession.

Handy Household Tip

Here's a handy tidbit for you lovely lot. 

If your cylinder vacuum cleaner has limited suction you may need to check it for blockage. 

To check for a blockage in the hose; first remove it from the vacuum cleaner and then drop a large coin through it. Don't use as a pen as it will most likely get stuck if there is a blockage. If the coin doesn't fall all the way through then yup you have it, there's a blockage. 

It's so simple to clear, just use a mop or broom head to push it up towards the handgrip and voila blockage annihilated.

Trailer Time

"Standing outside...."

Here come the Girls... well for a 2nd season that is.



Roll on Jan 13!

No words no words...

This has been floating around my Facebook timeline and I had to post it on this here blog.


Can you say amazing or what.

The lil one killed it on the vocals. Forget all this TV show nonsense this is the real talent right here.

Writers Row

They say that the skin that you are in defines who you are. So I took a knife and tried to claw away that definition  I let the knife trail down me and inch through layers but no blood came. Inside I saw blurred visions of red. Yet still no blood came. My skin was on fire, heat sore through me. Yet still no blood came. Voices pounded down on me, pleading me to slice deeper, cut harder. Yet still no blood came. Perforations puckered where the silver metal danced. Yet still no blood came. The voices got stronger demands more brutal. I fell into their spell until I was lost. The knife printing the lyrics to the song of my soul. Crimson petals adorned my body, washing me, encasing me. The scars are constant reminders that I hold the key to my destiny. That I have control.

Nail Hotspot

WAH Nails

Anyone out there looking to get me a Xmas pressie this year; I will love you for life if I wake up on Xmas morn and this is underneath my Xmas tree.

Azealia Banks - Atlantis