The Woman Got Her Weave Stuck In A Fan And Still Ruled The Planet.

Sometimes, (all the time, really) you just need to fill yourself up with love. You need to totally stock your shit with love and light and positivity. You need to tell yourself that you're Beyonce even when you feel like Michelle. I mean, Michelle is pretty good. You could feel like you're the Octomom. It can always be worse. But it's not going to be if you just tell yourself it's not.

See the world through Beyonce-colored glasses. In fact, see the world through Sasha Fierce-colored glasses if that's your thing. As long as you cut out the bitchiness, lame attitude and cynicism because it's bumming me the fuck out, man.

*slides Lena Dunham-colored glasses back on face, struts away*

Manifest Destiny??

I just read a BuzzFeed thread called "31 things people in Los Angeles love". Even though they were all true and extremely cliché, I just got this sad little pang down inside which then manifested itself into a pretty serious "I'm moving back to Los Angeles within 5 years" inner dialogue. My heart was saying things to my brain like "Remember how much you love The Grove? And how the weather is unbeatable? And all the really inexpensive pedicures?". That was happening. And though I haven't really missed the place that much until now, I really did love it there. And the more I think about it, the more I realize how much.

Maybe it's a phase.... or maybe it was all the excitement surrounding the Treyvon Martin riots....PMS?  I guess we shall see....