It's a housewife you want?

I'm sitting in this rut.

I just can't stand it.

It's making me nuts.

I look around and it's everywhere.

It's everything.

It's something.

It's nothing!

Tie the rag in my hair.

Wrap the apron around my waist.

I'm taking off these work clothes.

I'm retiring these work shoes.
I'm planting this ass in this home and never going into the  office.
I've stopped being everything.
I stopped when you stopped.
Now I sit in misery, looking around.
The same dusty floors,
the same clothes piled high.
Never a change,
never an exciting world to see.
Always the same house wife TV,
always the same smiling faces.
A face masked by that smile
while underneath they cry and suffer.
Good day world.
Fuck Off!

Dearest Florence,

Now I blog one of my favorite women. She's beautiful and her music is lifechanging and breathtaking.  Man of you know or have heard Florence and The Machine, for those who haven't. Take time out of your busy schedule and listen to her music.  Any of it, I bet you won't be dissappointed.

Enjoy!


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Ms. Jaime,

Jaime Pressley's character in My Name is Earl.  Of course she has been featured in many a film and shows, but I remember her vividly from My Name is Earl and I believe I fell in love with her truly when she beat the hell out of Juliet Lewis's character in the show. It was probably one of the best chick fights I've seen in a while, because there wasn't any scratching and screeching, no hair pulling and biting.  They went all out, toe to toe fist throwing fighting like to grown ass men. I loved it. I've loved Juliet Lewis for many a year as well, she was awesome in Natural Born Killers which just so happens to be one of my favorite movies, if not all time favorite, again, she threw down in that movie, kicked anyone and every ones ass she could. It was awesome.

No, I'm not a violent person, I've never once been in a fight and have absolutely no intentions of doing so, but think, how awesome would it be just to kick some mother fucking ass sometimes?!! 

Enjoy, she is my woman of today.  Who's yours?

Li Lykke Timotej Zachrisson

Lykke Li was born in 1986, daughter to a musician (father) and photographer (mother). 

A Sweedish beauty. I've only recently (the last year or so) fallen in love with the sounds of Lykke's music. Her voice is nothing less than beautiful and her songs sound as though they are full of so much passion and life. I can almost bet any of us can relate to at least one of her songs at some point in life.

 On occasion I can listen to her albums over again for weeks at a time.

It's definitely on my top 5 of music and beautiful women.

Readers, if you haven't gave her a listen yet, do not hesitate any longer. 

It's definitely worth the jam!

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Barrymore, Drew

"I think happiness is what makes you pretty. Period. Happy people are beautiful. They become like a mirror and they reflect that happiness."
— Drew Barrymore



Marilyn

Although her beauty was not apparent to me until the last few years, I remember buying this picture in a beautiful picture for my mother one Christmas and she was having such a bad day (medically) she cried when she saw it's beauty.  It may have been then that I really found the beauty in her face and her style and just HER! Marilyn Monroe!  So beautiful!

Phillis Wheatley

Phillis  Wheatley

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On Imagination-Phillis Wheatley

THY various works, imperial queen, we see, How bright their forms! how deck'd with pomp by thee!  They wond'rous acts in beauteous order stand, And all attest how potent is thine hand.  From Helicon's refulgent heights attend, Ye sacred choir, and my attempts befriend:  To tell her gories with a faithful tongue, Ye blooming graces, triumph in my song.  Now here, now there, the roving Fancy flies, Till some lov'd object strikes her wand'ring eyes, Whose silken fetters all the senses bind, And soft captivity involves the mind.  Imaginiation! who can sing thy force?  Or who describe the swiftness of thy course? Soaring through air to find the bright abode,  Th' empyreal palace of the thund'ring God, We on thy pinions can surpass the wind, And leave the rolling universe behind: From star to star the mental optics rove, Measure the skies, and range the realms above. There in one view we grasp the mighty whole, Or with new worlds amaze th' unbounded soul. Through Winter frowns to Fancy's raptur'd eyes The fields may flourish, and gat scenes arise; The frozen deeps may break their iron bands, And bid their waters murmur o'er the sands. Fair Flora may resume her fragrant reign, And with her flow'ry riches deck the plain; Sylvanus may diffuse his honours round, And all the forest may with leaves be crown'd: Show'rs may descend, and dews their gems disclose, And nectar sparkle on the blooming rose.  Such is thy pow'r, nor are thine orders vain, O thou the leader of the mental train: In full perfection all thy works are wrought, And thine the sceptre o'er the realms of thought. Before thy throne the subject-passions bow, Of subject-passions sov'reign ruler thou; At thy command joy rushes on the heart; And through the glowing veins the spirits dart. Fancy might now her silken pinions try To rise from earth, and sweep th' expanse on high: From Tithon's bed now might Aurora rise, Her cheeks all glowing with celestial dies, While a pure stream of light o'erflows the skies. The monarch of the day I might behold,  And all the mountains tipt with radiant gold, But I reluctant leave the pleasing views, Which Fancy dresses to delight the Muse; Winter austere forbids me to aspire, And northern tempests damp the rising fire; They chill the tides of Fancy's flowing sea, Cease then, my song, cease the unequal lay.