If I started apologizing for all my blogging relapses, this would be one sorry place

So, I got myself a fancy-schmancy new job (*pops collar, slicks hair back*) and have made plans to stick with it. Like, really. While that seems like the lamest line to use to tell you of a job that I'm on way to falling in love with, I stand by its ridiculous simplicity, like I do for my ridiculous everything. What I'm doing now is managing the content of a brand new discount portal and however much I'd like to - let's not take any names yet. For the very first time, I'm doing something that I enjoy so completely that it feels a bit like a dream. Although, doing that has brought some pretty wild trends to my notice, for example - people will buy the most ridiculous shit online (not quite sure if that's a real revelation), but what the hell - I won't pretend that I give a shit about what you blow your money on. Unless it's on a pony, in which case, man, do you rock!

However, a dream job does not necessarily translate into daily double-rainbow happiness. There are days when work's over and I'm like that guy from Napoleon Dynamite instantly labeling it the worst fucking day ever (I know he doesn't actually say fucking in the movie. I'm just paraphrasing.), but I have my moments. I'm making friends with Photoshop and failing abysmally, but I find consolation in being better at Photoshop than the Belarusians are at creating movie posters. Exhibit Un: 

That, by the way is the movie poster for 'Freaky Friday' (whaaaaaaaaat?) in Belarus. Lindsay Lohan looks like that runaway bride chick with the crazy eyes.  Jamie Lee Curtis looks like a transvestite from the future, or Joan Jett.

Anywho, apparently, I'm not the only one going through some major job change, what with Tobey Maguire no longer being a part of the Spiderman franchisee and Rebecca Romijn-Stamos leaving the X-Men seething. I, for one, am most unhappy, sir, with the aforementioned changes so Andy Garfield & Jennifer Lawrence can both go suck it.

Also, I've been toying with the notion of starting a Fashion blog. Taking into account the fact that I was away from this blog for, what's it now, 7-8 months, it seems highly far-reaching but I gotta set some goals, no?

Also, C&D (yours truly) is in love. So much. But that's a story for another time.

The Boy Who Lived (An Ode to Sacha)

The World Sounds Like: Brighter than sunshine - Aqualung


" I'm so happy there's nobody in my place instead of me
I'm a king without a crown, hanging loose in a big town
But I'm the king of bongo baby I'm the king of bongo bong"


You cook for me at the most godforsaken hours possible, only because you suspect I'm hungry.


You pester for all those late night wanderings that leave us with a hole in the pocket, but the biggest smiles on our faces.


You are the one who flatly denies my 'what-ifs' only to come out with a 'you-know-I-think-you're-right' later.


You are that person who's made me pick up my professional life and flush it down the toilet, only that I don't feel all that bad about it. It's not my generosity - it's simply the charm of spending time with you.


All those songs I had long forgotten, the ones that had once seemed to define me life at one time or the other, but had been locked up with the keys thrown away - you brought them all back. No one else can do it.


Somewhere at the back of your mind, you already know what you want in life. I love the fact that you still humour all of us by asking for advice and then acting upon it.


I can't be crazy all the time and, in spite of the popular opinion, I know you can't be crazy all the time either. I love the fact, though, that together we spend each second crazily.




Happy Badday, Sacha. There's no one else like you, A**u.