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This makes me both sad and happy at the same time.

Social Static

It's interesting to observe people's social behavior, and how you can clearly see a pattern.

The people who constantly wear rose-colored specs have no problem hanging out with this person, or that person, or inviting a crowd that clearly doesn't mesh to their birthday party. Everything is fine. Everyone is OK. 

There are those who will happily remain in the same job for years, because it's comfortable and safe, that will cling to the same people, no matter how fake or full of artificial sweetener their connections or common ground may be.

Others obviously prefer the company of those who are in awe of them. Those that kiss their pretty little bum no matter what they're like on the inside. For some it doesn't even matter the reasons that people want to be their friend, what matters is is that they have a fan. A source of never-ending adoration and praise. What could be sweeter?

And then there are others who, without any real social skills and who bring nothing to the table other than cakes baked with a heaping spoonful of desperation, who cling to each other. Like a brigade of odd socks or the stragglers that nobody wanted on their team. 

It's almost sad.

But, I suppose ignorance is bliss and that all most people want is to belong to something. To have dinner parties, people to Retweet what you say, and a band of mindless followers. 

How grand.

State of the [Fashionable] Union

This photo says so much about the state of the fashion industry, and their relationship with bloggers.

This is Grazia's view from the Dior show at Couture week in Paris... through a 13-year-old blogger's hat.

 

So, which PR company was in charge of this magical decision? 
 

What We 'Do'

IBwan: You OK?

CupCate: Yeah, just writing a post.

IBwan: Wow, amazing.

CupCate: What!?!

IBwan: ...isn't that like what you do?

CupCate: No, sometimes I watch Buffy.

IBwan: That's like me saying 'oh I wrote some code'.

CupCate: Actually you don't do that. More like you write emails about other people's code.

IBwan: Emails about a meeting to arrange a meeting about a meeting.

CupCate: There. We finally have a description for what you do.

Lazy Proud

I have been in my PJs all day. 

I woke up early. Watched the news. Ate a hot cross bun. 

And then I exfoiliated those "problem areas" on my face with a Q Tip and some cheap ass scrub, brushed my teeth, undid the birds nest in my hair, and threw on some mascara. (You know, to distract away from the red patches on my face, glasses and flat hair.)

And then, after about four episodes of Chelsea Lately, I naturally had to take a nap. 

During that nap, I kept dreaming about Snooki from Jersey Shore and planes landing in Haiti at that teeny tiny airport. Two natural things to dream about, obviously. 

(This is what happens when you just watch E! and Sky News all day.)

Iain's currently playing Super Mario Bros on the Wii, and I'm obviously hard at work blogging about how fucking lazy I am while making cooing noises whneever Yoshi makes an appearance.

The best part is, I don't even feel guilty about it. 

Not one mother fucking bit.