So, I had an eventful week. I had a birthday. I went to a workshop. I learned that I’m a ‘get appreciated’ personality type (according to the workshop). Good stuff huh? Although, that’s not the most important take away from this week. I also learned I could pass for a real life Laurie should I ever want to change my name.
The workshop dude thought my name was Laurie. When I first started working with one of my co-workers, she called me Laurie and called another co-worker Lisa whose name was Laurie. I know what you’re thinking because I thought about it for a bit. Unforgettable was my first thought, so I had to do some digging. I mean, my self-esteem was on the line!
I decided a name is just a name. Sometimes, I don’t feel like a Lisa (my formal name is actually Alisa; huh lol), and I feel more like a Laylah. Then there are days I feel like Sunshine. I don’t feel like a Jasmine anymore, though. Those days are over. The moral of my story? Sorry, but I don’t have one. This story is only beginning (or at least in the middle of the book). 😉
I’m wearing
Outfit: Egoisme Elisa Pants and Sweater
Hair: Exile:: Snow Fall (L) @ The Arcade December
Shoes: *katat0nik* (white / LT) Strap Boot (former Arcade item)
Body Parts: Maitreya Mesh Body Lara and LAQ Mesh Head Trinity
Props: CurelessAmore: /Surrealisme/ Manifeste Balloon (former Arcade item) and Moon Amore: Frozen Xmas/ Snowy Wearable @ The Arcade December
Poses: Del May Little Breath and Aloft
Location: Days of O
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I know many people are sick of the election and now that it’s over, I cannot deny it. The results devastated me. In fact, I haven’t been able to do much until now. Well, I have gone to work and all, but I mean my creative juices were shot because I felt as though I was lost. If I ever told anyone to just accept the results and move on, I’m sorry that I didn’t realize how you felt until now. Indeed, it super sucks! 
So with the current agenda, I felt as though I was missing out on current events because I wasn’t an active Twitter user, so I decided to really understand Twitter after the results. I have concluded it pisses me off. It’s never been a social platform that was geared to me because of the character limit. The limit doesn’t piss me off, though. It’s the amount of bullshit, vitriol, and what the fuck moments that spread like wildfires. 
And it pisses me off because it totally sucked me in. Not only on Twitter but chiming in on random articles that spoke to me. While me getting sucked in isn’t anyone’s fault but my own, it’s fucked up because I want to believe I can change it. Although, I did have a nice Twitter conversation with an opposite perspective. 
She popped my Twitter argument cherry. I appreciated that exchange because it felt like a genuine conversation. She was (is) an undercover Chop Zuey Moksha pearl. Did it convince me to use Twitter as the ultimate outlet for my real self? Uh, no. It’s too fucking weird out there right now. I think?
Maybe it always was, and I was just naive. Maybe it isn’t, and it’s just the regular aftermath but in an online, thus all over the place, social networking environment. Regardless of what it is, I had to come back to my safe place. Silver lining? It’s selfish, so sorry bout that! I can safely say that I’m still a #nastywoman. Where that ideology takes me, well, “coming at you on the count of one two (one, two, three, four).” 😉
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