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glitter & spark

Currently...in the process of creating my own website.  Don't know it's purpose, don't know why, but it seems like something fun to do with my spare time and it also gives me a need to purchase a computer (besides that I do actually blog, and my job entails blogging now, hello tax write-off!) so I hope in Feb. to walk into an Apple store and get myself a macbook.

 Anyway beside that-
I am currently brainstorming domain names.

 I obviously need to work Glitter in there, because, of who I am as a person.  If you don't know me...just imagine that everything in my house including my clothes and shoes, has some sort of glimmer, shimmer, sparkle, sequin, rhinestone, or glitter involved.  And out of all those, glitter is my favorite word to describe it.

 Secondly- I am a spark, my mom has called me sparky, or a spark my whole life.  I can be a smart ass, a bitch, a dry individual, (don't worry I am also sweet).  My comebacks can be delayed but when they do happen, they have spark, and before the word was used to describe something that comes out of a man.....I could be considered to be spunky.  But nope, that word is not cute or pretty and will not be involved in my domain name.

 I like the two together, because of the words sparkle and glitter- same, obv.  But I mean spark as a descriptive word and glitter as my noun.  Perfect right!?

 Anyway, in the website I want to be able to post ideas, continue my thoughts, feelings and opinions on who the hell cares, rants, loves, losses, movies, books, outfits, something I saw on the street or an amazing salad I had last Saturday.  I just want it as a way to release and express myself and don't worry, there will be an entire section about Tinder.

 So that is where I am at.  Buy the MacBook, create the site, and pray that the domain name is available.

 Tuesday, all day!

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