sunday night hunkiest and i made our way over to balboa island for a stock, so-cal, summertime date night. balboa island shines in the summer. dutch doors swing hello-to you wide; welcoming the wandering and strolling alike. an impromptu patio frolic is a common sight...
i’m in the center part of summer’s sandy, beach blown hair. today i’m going to dance down the middle like it’s my own, free for all katie runway. cartwheels, peace signs, booty-shakers-all need apply. let’s drift away m’loves....
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...
as the weather gets warmer my music taste definitely brightens with the california sunshine. lately i’ve been diving back into my sixties french pop. 10th grade, madame jester’s french class: i was a goner with just one play of françoise hardy’s...
i had a great day yesterday. but even flying high above sunset blvd, hands still ashake from contract signing, stomach still a-knot from dream fulfilling, my mind is never far from our best and bravest. i may not agree with the battle, but i do support the troop. a...
