Seems like summer is a bad time for me to blog.....
yesterday I was feeling worn out and stressed and I had this urge to just delete the whole thing
and step away from the laptop for a while.
Okay, maybe deleting is drastic, I enjoy reading my archives sometimes, don't you?
Every blogger can attest to the fact that there is a huge disparity between what actually occurs in their own life versus what they decide to post about for computer-land each day.
What did I do yesterday for real?
I woke up and had breakfast with Papa J at Bonjour Brioche in the east end of Toronto then I worked in my shop all day. I had a nap and then we went to the Afrofest in Queen's Park. Later we had a drink at Cafe Diplimatico then went to see
Josh play at Whippersnapper Gallery.
We came home, watched a bit of The Craft on tv then fell asleep.
I don't have one photo to prove that I did any of those things so in blogland, did they really happen?
Sometimes you have to put down the camera, and be "in the moment." I used to hate that phrase...
My life is beautiful and fun and amazing, even with the absence of $900 shoes and free shit from Topshop. Imagine!?
I like being a voyeur and gleaning snippets from other people's lives but that is just what they are, snippets. A fragment of a full and real life....
I couldn't give a fuck about Google Analytics or commenting on banal fashion blogs just so someone else will read mine.
I do this for fun or when I am feeling creative or need to throw some burning annoyance out into cyberspace.
Blogging is thankless and for the most part, rewardless...unless you do that advertising shit.
I also despise these cliche blogger fatigue issues....
Maybe I just don't feel like it right now, is all.
