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Posted by Layla Winterborne on Tuesday, 30 March, 2010 @ 5:04 am

Due to some massive plagiarism, I am removing a few posts from my blog…I will also be taking some time to decide where I want this whole thing to go.  I’ve realized lately that I haven’t had the heart to blog as I used to.  All of my creative energy is currently being poured into my poetry and my novel and I don’t wish to jeopardize any of that progress.

I will continue to note randomly on Facebook, however, and if you wish to keep up with me, please send me a friend request.  www.facebook.com/layla.winterborne

Posted by Layla Winterborne on Monday, 22 March, 2010 @ 6:25 pm

Talk of VIP

Fame, Coins, but you still pronouce

it as RAM-a-DUH

Posted by Layla Winterborne on Sunday, 21 March, 2010 @ 1:55 pm

As I am a product of bits and pieces and smatterings, so is my life, it seems.

Most everyone that I know boasts of some awe inspiring moment in their life which now defines their very essence and being.  A shining, defining moment in which whether through success or failure or even apathy, they realized who they were and what type of path they wish to take in life.

I, however, do not possess one of these moments.

The decisions and use of reasoning that I use in my day to day cannot be traced back to some giant, cataclysmic moment in which I realize who I am.  Instead my decisions seem to rest solely upon the fact that my “defining moment” is nothing more than a maze of cyclic events in which I kept returning, facing, and failing until one day, I got the damn sequence right.  The code…pushing button after damn button until, out of the infinite, I made the right fucking choice and instead of door after door being slammed upon me once more, it opened and there ahead of me lay endless possibilities.

Many people whom I have mentioned this to state that there had to be some sort of “A-ha!” moment to my eventual success and, you know, if there was, I cannot for the life of me remember it.  It just doesn’t seem to be as simple as finding god or watching a loved one die from cancer or being struck by a lover or finding a new job.

For me…it’s a fucking conglomeration…a damn mixture of ingredients including new jobs and friends and lovers and downfalls and child loss and couches and pets and living arrangements and names and maybe…just maybe…I’ve finally gotten the damn thing right…

Or at least…I feel that I have.

Posted by Layla Winterborne on Sunday, 21 March, 2010 @ 12:15 am

So…this hot ass hooker that I’ve never met IRL but whom I blog stalk incessantly and who I am sure would have me burying my face in her tittays upon meeting her, bestowed upon me MY FIRST FUCKING AWARD EVER!!!

(And ya’ll, seriously, look at how fucking cute it is.  IT’S GOT A MOTHERFUCKING CUPCAKE ON IT!)

So thank you to T from www.itsmymomenttoshine.com for my first award ever.  You have no idea how incredibly stoked I am.  (Also, be my girlfriend, k?)

Now for the rules:

1. When you have received this award, you must thank the person that awarded you this in the new post.

2. Name the 10 things that make you happy

I mean…he cuddles with me at night and he puts up with my bullshit…so, I guess he can stick around…  ;)

Now…for MY Winners:

1.  Liz over at http://www.itsunbeweavable.com/.  I’m totally not a fashion diva such as she, but she’s beautiful and seemingly down to earth and doesn’t make me want to yank out all of my hair while talking about fashion.  =)

2. Hanna Miet.  http://www.hannahmiet.com/ I have never met anyone who twists words so beautifully.

3. Allie from http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/ Alright, ya’ll…does she really need an explanation?  Fucking hilarious!

4. Brittney from http://lamidge.com/ She’s so adorable…also a fellow Texan.

5. http://www.notthatkindofgirl.net/ I’m not sure if I ever did catch your name…but I totes read your blog every time you post and I love it.

6. http://heyjayka.blogspot.com/ Even though I’m pretty sure you already have this award, I’m giving it to you again, dammit.  BTW, I’m in love with your “Love Your Body” post.  It’s brave in a way in which most American women are cowardly.

7. Jill from http://pilgrimcongress.com/ I’m pretty sure that if we ever met, we’d either be totes besties or end up spitting sarcastic and slightly non-committal tongue lashings at each other.

8.http://hipstercrite.blogspot.com/ LOVE

9.http://christinacrizacked.blogspot.com/ I didn’t think that it was possible, but this lovely lady just may enjoy the macabre more than I do.

10.http://lovecommalisa.com This girl is totally sweet and adorable…plus she was one of the first to comment on my blog.  =)  Lisa, that’s something that I’ve never forgotten.

Alright, I love all of you fine bitches, but I think thats enough sap for me today.  I need to throw around some “Fuck You’s” and “Oh Shit’s” and perhaps have some rough sex in order to wash this sickly sweet taste from my mouth.  ;)

Posted by Layla Winterborne on Monday, 8 March, 2010 @ 7:16 pm

Today was beautiful, in its own right.  Blustery and gray, though not unpleasant…

Days such as this always remind me of Sunday afternoons as a child…every window in the house thrown wide and every corner permeated with the scent of impending rain.  Candles flickered madly in the invading breeze and the soft whispers of the Sunday movie were barely audible through the rumbling of my fathers restless snores.  Even asleep he came across as lumbering, frightening, dangerous…Ocassionally, the smells of dinner could be caught, mingling with the outside air.  Blackeyed peas and cornbread.  Mashed potatoes and gravy.  Chicken fried steak…mostly, however, we were left to fend for ourselves…children providing for children because the adults were “too tired” or simply just didn’t have time.

Looking back I can’t say that I hold such memories fondly or even with disdain…just memories brought about by a multitude of factors…The smell of rain dancing upon the air or perhaps the way the muted light filters in through the windows.  I look back and think of how different life could have been…then…though these thoughts are quickly wisked away as I am reminded of how fine life is now.

This moment.

It’s not always bad to miss the forest for the trees.