more obsessions

1. Lust

*A Man’s Shirtless Body. There is Something about the unbuttoned shirt on a really smooth body of a man, well carved and well chiseled that makes me wanna look on [and no I don't rape him in my head].

2. Gluttony

*Heels.I will never have enough of them. I wear selected brands but that really has nothing to do with my obsession. If I get my eyes on something WOW, I will neglect the brand and bring them into my collection.

3. Pride

*Makeup. Every girl obsesses over it. I have a whole suitcase packed and yet when I go to shop, I stick my foot into the cosmetics section and just get something. Grr!

4. Envy

*Lingerie/Negligee. What good is a girl who has no sense of sexy and that too sexy linger or nightwear. Though a lot will say they are single and who is looking blah blah! I disagree. I sleep on Satin Sheets alone and that is just for the craving I have for its smoothness, nothing to do with a partner.

5. Greed

*Hobos and Bags… and my eyes sparkle. I may sound all materialistic and totally a shopping freak but I have my speed brakers and that ensures that my obsession doesn’t become a madness.

P.S. I am adding a number 6.

*Predictably… LOVE!

I can give up the above 4 for this obsession. Hehe.

obsessions

Life is like a box of chocolates... you never know what you're gonna get.

I am crazy about bathroom interiors

Everyone has a favorite coffee mug, a cup o'energy that helps us kick-start each day. I love mugs.

My thirst for beds and bedding collection is never quenched

Ramble on…

“I was walking down the street and realized. The sky is blue, the grass is green, the wind feels nice, the aroma varies and hearing “I was walking down the street and realized. The sky is blue, the grass is green, the wind feels nice, the aroma varies and hearing everything around me… It’s great to be living in the moment.”

To live the moment is an exceptional quality not every human is blessed with. I am lucky to be that human and being woman makes it more pleasant!

p.s. i am not a feminist.

Impossible

Tell them I was happy And my heart is broken All my scars are open Tell them what I hoped would be Impossible, impossible