bodies in motion indeed. yesterday i found myself, for the first time ever, watching a marathon {the l.a. marathon.} total accident too. i must confess the idea of watching people run is up there with the horrible sorority rumor where the older girls strip you down...
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...
i wish to unfold my body. i long to lengthen, wall-post to wall-post. limbs and fabric grappling for space as i fingertip to pinkie-toe my spot on the playground. i crave more nights under a flashing paparazzi sky. an on-foot, nomadic counsel with the stars {and...
weekend happy to you m’loves. typically i sign off my friday with wishes, lollipop-sweet, of wellness: candy-coated bids of happy that make even the disney princesses’ gag….{i’m talking the ones who aren’t bulimic—–FYI: snow?...
yesterday morning, in a second position turn out, amid a room full of lithe, breathy, lululemon’d beauties pulsing, squeezing, scooping, and tucking their limbs into lengthened, toned, swan-like knockouts; i noticed the already icy cold room get even chillier,...
what up my mid-december gangstas? you keeping things tight and fresh as we play out these last few weeks of twenty twelve? it’s friday, so i’m sick again. rad. so according to the mayans, this is our final weekend on earth. i’m glad i’ll be...
