Marilyn Monroe. I admit I may be in love with her.
Well if it isn’t this blog. Another one. Anytime I need to splurge I shall come here. Anytime…
Perhaps I should really stop procrastinating and study for that exam tomorrow. Oh whoops. But given the title of this post, I would like to remind myself of certain inspirations I’ve garnered from my experiences. This post is just me and the first part of my vomit on Marilyn Monroe. My sister bought me her biography last year, the one by Lois Banner. I love texts which work on evidence so I rarely delve into fluffy fiction. In this case, I love how Banner’s book is what I read every morning on the toilet ever since I received it. Marilyn is crucial to my bowel movements. But my interest in Monroe is far from that iconic blah blah which most people identify with. I want to write more posts later about what I mean – she is consciously channeled into my practice. Part of the story starts exactly a year ago when I began to take notice of Marilyn…everywhere. She would pop up…everywhere. Without expectation. I dismiss this because of the fact she’s literally, culturally everywhere, so nothing special. But then again, the fact that it is like this I think makes it special…I’ll rant about this another time. Maybe I’ve just caught that spell. But maybe it’s more innate than that, I hope.
As for the photo which fronts this post, I don’t know who shot it. But it is probably one of my favourites of her. I admit a reason for this post was to post this photo into my website so I can look at it even more constantly. Lots lots more. Hehe xD
Back in 2013, Abbott is PM and is now on TV. I wonder how he’s going to keep his quick promises when the Senate at this point is largely indifferent…we’ll see.
Study time…disgusting time…sensual bombardment time. All over everything and inside myself. Yes mmm. Oh my mother just found out YAQ put the beach photo of me with the fan on Facebook and she’s gone off. Quick, hide it so my family doesn’t see! I don’t think so.
YAQ also put my profile up. A taste of ass.