Oh holy mother of Jesus

Alright, people on facebook seem to think I'm pregnant because I recently put up a status about needing to pee a lot, and another status about being tired lately.

I'm peeing lots because I'm drinking more water, and I'm tired because I'm not getting proper sleep (I keep waking up every hour, it's weird and annoying - Especially when my boyfriend Paul stays over because he's a light sleeper and I suck because I keep waking him up. I don't wake him up with sucking though, that's a different story for another time...)

Anyway, to clear the rumours - NO, I'm not pregnant. GOOD GOD PEOPLE! Stop trying to force pregnancy on me. You want a kid that bad? Go find a sperm donor and a webcam. I hear that's how they do it these days.

So because the word "pregnant" was mentioned in response to a couple of my statuses, the wondrous joys of facebook "smart" marketing technology has decided to chuck this fucking ad in my face:

ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?! Oh. Em. Gee... Facebook, be MORE tactful please, before I lose my patience.

Oh. And if it shows me another freakin "Send money for calls to India" advert again, I will hulk smash the facebook servers to the seventh layer of Dante's motherfucking Inferno. Yes, I'm Indian. No, I don't want India-related crap spamming me. I'm female, I don't want to see ads about shoes and tampons every two minutes.

I totally need ad-block, don't I? On the flipside, I would kinda like free huggable polar bear...

Online and real life

For the longest time I can remember being a part of online communities, whether it's part of a gaming "clan" or communities like deviantART, or even facebook.

I've met a lot of interesting people through these sites and some have come to be very close friends. It's enabled me to pimp my photography to a wider audience than what I would normally get. I've been able to sell prints on an international level via deviantART, grow as an artist and develop my own style, as well as gain a hell of a lot of contacts within the photography and fashion industry via Facebook.

It's now come to the point where I need to (lovingly) exploit all of these contacts and get my  Photography back out there in the public eye. And it's not just my photography that needs pimpage, it's my new-found love for making jewellery too ;)

Hopefully in the next few months I'll be working with resin and silver clay, which I'm seeeeeriously excited about!

So watch this space... New photographic genius aaaaaand gorgeous jewellery to come! Just need to think of a name for my online store. That's really the hardest part about it.

I sense a pattern here. I'm totally crap at picking names!

Onto a winner

I've come to the conclusion that blogs are annoying. Not the blogging itself, but more so the action and arse pain of actually creating a blog.

Pickng a name: It's all teacakes and fairylights if you have an obscure name in mind and it's actually available, but God forbid you try to create a blog using words that actually describe what it's about - You've probably got a better chance of honking the breasts of a midget nun (And actually getting away with it).

My name is Bini Chohan. I intend on blogging about stuff that interests me (i.e ME), things that annoy me (i.e YOU), my awesome photography, jewellery designs/creations yada yada. You get the general idea.

So I've just resorted to being a boring loser and using my name as the blog name. Better not write about anything work-related or my fine ass will be handed to me in the form of my P45... Hmm!!!

Anyway, I've just spent the best part of my evening thinking of a name for this bloody thing and then resorting to using my own (Productive evening then?), going through various settings and blog designs and being deafened by Glee on TV. I can't find the remote to mute it, so I'll probably stab myself in the head with a pen to save my pain. Might go to bed after that.

There's a reason why it's called beauty sleep, y'know ;-)