You Can Take My Roots, But You Cant Take My Freedom

Today I decided to pop to the hairdresser to get some Blue Black Gothness back on (damn you brown Chipmunk roots). In the process, I think I might have offended a hairdresser by rebuking the silly 'women magazines' he was trying to offer me with the outrageous words 'No, Thanks'. Yes, that is right, dude looked like I twerked naked to Black Sabbath when I declined.

Umpf. People.

Anyway...in the pile of papery hygienic towels called 'womens magazine', I managed to dig out a GQ magazine... And I stumbled upon this Conor McGregor gem :

What can I say?This is freaking awesome. I have had the chance of experiencing this feeling of total freedom a few times, and it is absolutely glorious. Reading this reminded me to practice detachment furthermore and get back to this righteous feeling of freedom. And I am not talking about dancing naked to AC/DC's Back in Black.

PS: The hair in the pic is NOT pubic hair. The hair in the pic is NOT pubic hair. The hair in the pic is NOT pubic hair. The hair in the pic is NOT pubic hair. The hair in the pic is NOOOOOOOT pubic hair.

Well I bloody hope so. Lol.

Free Like a Bird, Flying Into 2016

It's the 31st of December 2015 and, as expected, a lot of people are currently waxing lyrical on my Facebook feed about generalised bullshit copied and pasted straight from 'How to be a Cheesy Bastard And Get Virtual Thumbs Up Your Arse' (with a special preface by Thingy Zuckerberg).

2015 for me has been nothing but short of fucking groovy and hair raising. And not because I discovered a new brand for my Brazilian Blow Dries.

I am 33 and have only just realised the power of being truly FREE (freeee like a biiiiiiiirrrrrd!) I went to a festival on my own, did a lot of gig goings on my own as well as have been truly loyal to myself by cutting off all leeches and drama queens parading as 'friends'. I have learnt to put myself first (which does not mean walking over people, on the contrary). I have learnt to not treat myself any lesser than I would treat anyone else.

I have gained in internal power and strength like Popeye after a can of spinach. I kept reading about the whole ' be true to yourself' type of thing but never really got it until I was forced to step into it.

Being truly emotionally detached from drama and being true to oneself are amazing feelings and I plan on carrying on with a motherfucking crown ON.