morning m’loves. hunkiest and i took that much needed vacation. one week: sand, the sea, alarm-free sleep. i’m bandaging up old wounds, icing current injuries of the heart. maybe i’ll even ditch my twitch. ready! set! relax! see you on the other side...
this morning i spooned the entire can of my beast’s breakfast into my coffee cup. i can see how that can happen: she eats from a 2 quart, day-glo-pink, plastic bowl. i drink from a tiny, beige, retro looking cup that reads “breathe in, breathe out.”...
a grilled cheese sandwich. hide nap and seek. finally scratching that itchy lust to wander. popsicles. this song over, and over, and over, and over again. and again. dreamier live version with johnny depp here {oh! my! god!} first bites. laundry fresh. dates with...
i did not follow the caylee anthony trial. from the little i had heard of the case it seemed pretty open and shut. but who am i to deem innocence and guilt? haven’t we all faced false accusations? i have. it’s a hands triple-tied behind your back, cat hair...
i admit to it. i am guilty of glut. yesterday i was a complete beast. i did things to a thousand island jar, only the likes of coney island hot dog eaters have attempted. hopefully my fellow partygoers don’t remember my caramel corn grand finale. i’m off...
