yesterday morning: 2:50am. my sweet baby, aka jones, made the household decision it was time we all start our day. eyes were to remain avidly open and tails at a vigorous wag. like freshman cadets, by oh-three-hundred-hours we were marching around the kitchen...
yes, daisies are desperate, and i’m an insecure, wannabe virgin… that’s what i learned yesterday from nicole ritchie and celebrity florist, eric buterbaugh in this snappy, short video the Flower Game: #CandidlyNicole, which teaches us all of our...
last night i totally blew my “detox.” i went downward dog deep into a jar of nutzo. {thank you raquel perry for the recommendation; i’l send you my shrink’s bill.} my new iphone doesn’t receive text messages or emails. i’m turning...
april is my favorite month. no other month gives me these goosebumps of renewal, fresh-starts, and that consuming yen for un-processed living. major spring detox is happening, and i am adoring the way i feel {more to come on that later.} i’m also mad for the...
monday morning kisses to you m’loves. here are a few shots of what’s been going around, ’round here. my mother is growing her own grass. maybe to drink, maybe to smoke. i don’t care. i think it looks cool. she’s also downsized and...
my pants would burst into flames if i said your generosity stunned me. two nights ago i dreamt i called the police on myself for airbrushing my passport photo. lying isn’t a shot i swig down handily. so what i’m trying to say is, yes, you ARE too old for...
