Apple cake...

My head is aching. have had to much of this apple cake; my mouth is too sweet. But memories of the morning make me smile - making my jaw ache even more. But that's alright. Or maybe not. Am sitting in a cafe with a group of people sitting close to me, discussing business plans for a fashion house. In each group around in the cafe I see, it is the woman who stands out.

'Women' - so much harder they have o try to appeal. What works with men..? Is it simplicity, is it make-up? Is it innocence - is it wantonness? Is it a mixture? It it alright being yourself? And funnily, in this whole stressful, bizarre attempt of trying to answer these questions, you momentarily lose yourself...only to find yourself again and ask: "Do I enjoy dressing up, or do I do it for others?" Am I a consumer of the product that is me? I first sell myself to me. I have to like me. I have to like that face in the mirror. Argh! At tmes it makes me wanna puke, like right now. Or is it the effect of the caffeine? Or the sweet, sweet apple cake.