The end... the beginning... Us!

We love cast parties... We love dresses for boys #AboutUs

It is not that we are tired; it’s the false safety the word itself affords us. How human we feel when we need, want and ask for help. It is not that we are weak... it’s almost a blatant refusal to get the fuck up and move on! Don't save me, ask me when the fuck am I going to get up! 

 I love how I’m always alive to realise it’s time to move on… one day, I also realise, I won’t be so lucky.

So my little stint in P.E is almost over, November looks a little bleak. A lot of thinking and a lot of plans need to be made but most importantly stock needs to be taken. I’m better off than I was 4 months ago and this I cherish more than I fear the road ahead…

So much is happening, I feel I haven’t delivered as promised on this here blog of mine… but hey how self-indulgent is changing my mind as I go along… (don’t say I never told yall).

UPDATES:

Please go vote for my friend Mlilo Mpondo over hurrrr (you can also win yourself a Blackberry 9360 handset if you do)
  
http://www.elle.co.za/the-heat-is-on/

She’s one the Elle StyleReporter finalists and already the winner in my eyes but ke the world does not dance to my tune so let’s help it along.

Also check out her ‘so about us’ piece as I’ve fondly named it: 

http://lifestayela.blogspot.com/2012/10/when-we-became-felanation.html
 

On the subject of blogs that are about us, a lovely talented spirit here in Algoa Bay saw me worthy of a little love on her blog, BlackBoldVoice : 

http://www.blackboldvoice.blogspot.com/2012/10/fashion-focus-sizo-vena.html
 

Do check all of this out dahlingsss…

If bitches gon' be talking, yall better say this of me : He believed that friends are there to be pimped and the same is expected in return 

 

Each one, pimp one...