i’m on to you southern california. i’m on to you, and i like it. this week i’ve noticed a general breeze of the playful sweeping through the streets and cities of my beloved state. i’ve named them the santa ana sillys. it’s not as is...
forty? thirty-seven? are they really that different? yesterday was my take on the daniel day lewis starring, paul thomas anderson directed film, “there will be blood.” except in my version the more apt title was: “there will be butter.” having...
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...
all three of these mantras are on my bucket list for the weekend. all weeklong i’ve been dreaming {literally while i sleep at night} of my beasts in various tumbles of goofy and highjink. i definitely foresee an upcoming competition of the tail-wag with these...
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...
some feelings are best expressed under the covers. wishing you a tuesday of heart to hearts. ~photo taken by me Similar posts:no. i didn't get a boob job for christmas...safe word: narwhalelusting....craving....coveting.the...
