July 17th, 2006



What is the nature of the relationship between beauty and meanness? Why are so many beautiful looking people so ugly inside? Or is it self-centredness that develops from constantly being told how beautiful they are, that causes so many pretty people to just not realise the nastiness of their behaviour (or not care)? If doors were opened for you (metaphorical ones) just because of how you look, how would it change your outlook on other people and their value as human beings?

I just read something that made me feel sick.

Today was spent in a small windowless room in Auckland full of builders. Yep, that small windowless room. Oddly, for the first time in my jet-setting career, it was actually sunny there (yeah, I got to sneak outside for a bit and enjoy it). Also oddly, I'm developing somewhat of a relationship with the builders, in that they now know who I am and instead of being weirded out by my hair colour and body mods, they now ask me what I'm going to do next. *smile* Changing the world, a little each day.. well.. something like that anyway.

Also, Stuff keeps happening to people I care about. It's not nice. So listen here, Stuff - give it a rest, understand? Got that? Good.

I, on the other hand, seem to be riding the crest of some kind of happiness wave. I haven't felt this free in a long time. To add to the happiness, I have 10m of el wire arriving on Wednesday. *fidgets impatiently* Oh, I shall be so Creative! Either that or I shall just wind myself up in it, turn it on and dance around taking photos to test out the nekkidness-masking capabilities.

Andandand! Happy Kiwi Blokeyness Day to Jez. *waves a pavlova at you*
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