A breath of fresh air

I need air. I've been breathing in too much stale Toronto air as of late and I'm dying for a change of scenery. Some palm trees? Check. A Beach? Check. Spending all day sprawled out on a towel baking under the hot sun, drink in hand? Sounds like my kinda getaway. So I stole K1 away from her boyfreind for a week and we're flying to the Pacific. Puerto Vallarta, Mexico Pacific to be exact. Only thing is, I'm missing my berfday. So those of you anxiously awaiting the occasion, not to fear. We'll have a big bash when I get back (all tanned and beautiful I might add). And it works out better this way, 'cause my Euro-hopping, little London trendsetter Okli from the block will be back. So get your party hats on in advance. Mine's on perma-style.

Back to black sheep basics

Step # 1: Always remember that I am the shepard...

Step # 2: Following crucial Step # 1, Step # 2 follows seamlessly.
Be my sheep.

HaHA

So sublime when the stars are aligned

I think I owe an explaination to my 5 readers. I haven't been posting because I've been angry at Blogger. And blogging in general. Too much personality sacrificed for image. But in accordance with my usual style, I'm over it.

the web alter-ego: singing the songs of self-praise

A case of commitmentphobia

I hate committing to things. I end up feeling trapped even though I enter into most agreements on my own accord. The thought of being bound to something for infinity (although I realize that this infinity is just a figment of my imagination because I am a creature of free will after all) freaks me out. And it's not relationships or big things I'm talking about. It's the little things. It's these shoes in green or pink.
And these pink shoes, which I have now committed to, I will have to wear. If I don't, I'll feel guilty. This is not simply indecisiveness, but it's not as crazy as it seems either. Think about it. You've just committed to going to the gym, for instance, something I am in avoidance of right now (actually, I'm one of those people who feels that simply by having a gym pass, I am changing my physique). Masked by good intentions, you, like many guilt-ridden sloths, have chosen to lead a healthier lifestyle - one characterized by whole grains and yoga. But this choice has never actually been realized. This the fundamental issue. Delusion does not equal action - although I really wish it did. And what is action if not a commitment to something?
Well, if you haven't noticed, my ramblings aren't without cause. I am rebelling against the whole process while I am packing my pink shoes on my way to yoga.
Guilt sucks.