Happy Fasting!

Hi.

Hope you are well.

The holy month of Purattasi (observed by most Hindus) began on the 18th of September. So, that means;

- NO MEAT & EGGS

- NO SMOKING (diediedie)

- NO ALCOHOL

- NO CURSING

- NO MASTURBATION

... for me.

To clear things a little, this restrictions are followed through by your own beliefs. Some people who observe the fast are okay with eating eggs, smoking or masturbating. It really does depend on your own beliefs. There is no such thing as forcing yourself because that just defies the whole purpose of the fast.

For those who are observing, happy fasting. 

Daily essentials.

"The best thing is to look natural, but it takes makeup to look natural." 

- Calvin Klein

These are a few essentials you can find on my dresser and in my makeup bag;

And the best one of all!

Hello, new hair!

:) :)

You think it's fake? Think again!

Damnit.

2+ months! WTF

I realize i keep making promises that i obviously cannot keep up to. And...

I'M SORRY. *puppy dog eyes*

I've been caught up with workworkwork. It's been really good though. But i REALLY do miss blogging. No, really. I do.

If you remember, in one of my previous posts, i had been rambling on about finding a job that has that little something-something more to offer. Yeah, so i THINK i found it. 3 months into the job. A little early to say? You think? Mmm.. Maybe. Maybe not. (I still don't wanna jinx anything though) *touches wood*

Other than work, everything else is pretty much the same. Except maybe i've gained a bit more weight. Maybe a whole lot more. I dunno. I can't tell. (Yeah, right.) *shifty eyes*

Oh, i do get manicures and pedicures pretty often these days. And i get to wear make up and sky high heels to work. And the occasional knee-high stockings that somehow manages to get a whole lot of disapproving stares. You see, i'm the youngest in the office- a little more fashion forward, a little more outgoing and outspoken. So yeah, all the women (well, all three to be exact) are married with kids and the only thing they talk about are their kids, what they plan to cook for dinner later that night or what helps them get through menopause.

Ick.

And i smoke. Like a motherfucking chimney. (No, not proud of it. Thanks.)

"Oh, my God. I didn't know you smoke! Why do you smoke?!"

Okaaay. So here's the deal. You NEVER EVER EVER ask people WHY they smoke. I mean, come on, that's like asking people why they masturbate!

But yeah, i'm coping. Adjusting to the new environment. They've stopped asking me weird questions about myself. (Like why "force" myself to wear really high heels everyday or if i have gotten breast implants) Just to set the record straight, i love wearing heels! And no, my boobs are not fake. Thanks.

There's a little about what's going on right now with me. I hope all of you are well. (IFFF i have any readers, really.) I'll leave you with a picture of myself and Jasmine. You know, just in case you forgot how i look. Hey, 2+ months is a reaaallllyy long time, okay?

 

Yeap, that's me. Happiest when i'm high.

Have a great week, motherfuckers!

Much love,

Bunny Wabbit.