This is Love

I am far from being married much less being pregnant, but this just made me want to have a bun in the oven. It's an I-wish-I-can-give-birth-now moment.

This is all because Juicy Couture and Lacoste teamed up with Maclaren to create these gorgeous pieces. Reason enough that I would love to be pregnant and give birth to a beautiful baby girl and boy. I think having twins sounds mighty fine right about now.

This Juicy Couture would be purr-fect for my little empress:

Pink ♥ Brown

Juicy Couture fit for a princess.

A fur footmuff to keep our precious warm.

This Lacoste stroller on the other hand would be ideal for my little footbolero:

Hmm... if only finding a donor would be that easy.

Man-candies according to me

I seldom find members of the male specie attractive. I do not however blame my being a lesbian with regards to such. When I do find a man-candy, I do believe I get smitten by them and develop a girly-crush-kind-of-thing over them. Some last for a few months, some years and some just every time I get to see them.

In the past months however, I find Zak Bagans of Ghost Adventures gush-worthy. I watch the series on Travel Channel and I have to admit that I get distracted between watching out for ghosts and watching Zak in every freaking episode. The highschool girl in me wouldn't mind being in a lockdown with him a-n-y-t-i-m-e.

Then of course there's Johnny Depp. This craziness over the actor has been going on for years. It actually is an on and off crush kind of thing with him. I do find that my admiration for this actor depends more on the roles that he portrays on the big screen and loved him best when he played Edward in Edward Scissorhands and as Captain Jack Sparrow in Pirates of the Carribean.

I wonder if I have a penchant for pirates, paranormal seeking or frankenstein-ish traits in men. For now, I will just keep on crushing on them and enjoy their effects on me until I find my next man-candy.

Go figure.

You remind me of a Katy Perry song.

Batshitcuhrayzee

Have you ever encountered that one person

who actually holds the very thin line of your sanity?

Mine has been missing in action (not that I blame her)

resulting in these frequent bouts of anxiety,

paranoia, crying fest, temperamental streak

and severe malfunction for all types of motion.

You speak to me still

While my eyes give me away,

your eyes tell a different story.

So why bother...

It's hard to have a mother

who does not know how to appreciate.