I'd Like to Thank God and Ice Cube for Friday



Travie McCoy and Katy Perry back in the good ol' days when they were dating. They were
hella awesome together. How Katy moved onto Russel Brand is beyond me.



www.superficialgirls.com
My new favourite blog.

Vogue in the 90s. A time when Donna Karan was the shit but now she designs for fatties.

The writer of Superficial Girls! She's adorbs with the cutest outfits.



Preen Resort Wear 2012




Rachel Roy (one of my top ten favourite fashion designers) 2012, shown at New York Fashion Week.
As always, diggin' the purple.

  Ah, Sunday. My least favourite day of the week. It means the beginning of the end. A new week is on the horizon and good ol' Monday is back again. Sunday means soul food, eleventh hour homework and watching movies. This is pretty much the first Sunday in the year that I'm not crazy tired after going out the Saturday before.
  Yesterday, Lesego, Amber and I went to school to watch inter-high debating. We watched Sutherland versus Loretto Convent. Sutherland was awesome and their third speaker was crazy good and was seriously passionate. The topic was: This House Believes That the Current Dali Llama Should Choose His Successor. After debating we took a bus to town and a taxi to Lesego's house. I got to see Titus ( =] )which wasn't all that awesome since he's got a one-track mind and didn't pay much attention to me (not that I cared). He does, however, sing like nobody's business.

Happy Sunday
xx Khenzo

Sitting On the Bench, N*gger We Don't Really Play

I am one for the strange. I am one for the contradiction. I’m also a person who makes all their important decisions with the very valuable lessons learnt from Tom & Jerry, Looney Toons, Rugrats, As Told By Ginger, Adventure Time and Courage the Cowardly Dog. As you’ve probably noticed (or are googling now) these are all cartoons.
And as someone who loves to boast her originality and indifference to the world, I really find it retarded when people try to broadcast what they're not. I mean, if you're a bitch then be a bitch. Be the bitchiest bitch in all of Bitchtopia. Not that it would be much of a utopia with bitches runnin' around everywhere. (Not that I'm hating on bitches because in the words of the great Tina Fey: "bitches get things done.")
Unless you're Edward Scissorhands or a raging pervert, why should you have to hide who you are? Pedos get a pass because they're to be chopped and screwed!
Why can't you bound from the roofs of old age apartments and scream "CRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNCH-CH-CH-EEEEEEEE"?
Why can't you scribble all over your face, add a polka dot tie and doodle cherry pies all over your abs (or lack there of) at the beach? Well, maybe for the fact that a bunch of three year olds with permanent markers might join in. And that's not enjoyable.

Have fun and let your fur fly, all ye bitches and warthogs (the world's sexiest hog). Just stay off that peanut butter, if my petition goes through it will be illegal in four Czechoslovakian states.
Khenzo xx

Need To Know

For my mom, the 16th of April 1998 was a really stressful morning. What with her being in labour over six hours prior to 3:35 a.m. and all. But as the nurse announced, “it’s a girl,” there was a slight glimmer of disappointment in her eyes. For the past three months she and my father had bought boy’s corduroys, cute little truck sweaters and ugly, dude sandals. As you can see, they’d been expecting a boy.
Moral of the story: things don’t always turn out they way you want.
But that is life, it’s like a lime green, double-breasted suit–really hard to get your head around (seriously, why would you even consider that?). And that’s me. I could never be summed up into 140 characters or less. I hardly ever turn out the way you want (unless that’s totally awesome!).
Hey, I’m Khensani. I tend to respire, sleep, eat and inspire. I spend an unhealthy amount of time watching Ben 10 and Courage the Cowardly Dog, threaten people way too often with spoons and dance terrifically (bad) in front my bedroom mirror. I also am super social, smarter than I give myself credit for and have way too much free time on most Sundays. I can be a very sour taste yet you’ll still love me. That’s just how it goes, babe.
xoxo Khenzo Natalia (I have many names)
:)