sorry ms carpenter i take issue with your libretto. if i had my way, rain would appear weekly to wash away our muck. her windy sidekick tagging along every so often, for extra exfoliation. and every monday it’s my chance to windshield wipe aside my...
an oldie, but oh so good. bon iver never fails to quietly rattle my bones; produce that firework lump in my throat. there’s something about the {suggestion?} of impromptu song that always makes me happy. gotta go loves. there’s much twirling to be had....
the last few days it’s been dance party usa around here. {behind closed doors of course…face is still a bit grizzly} all summer long i’ve been waiting to buy this song on itunes. it’s here, and the beasts and i are shimmying & hipshaking...
holiday weekend stop acting coy. stomp yourself up to my porch; better have packed a bag too. i’m readly to lounge languidly, sip sleepily, and rest richly. turning off phones, brain, computer, and mouth {you’re welcome robert}. with my summer track on...
summer has arrived. she sauntered in round 3 o’clock yesterday afternoon, and took no time to get comfortable. ceiling fans whirl, windows stay raised, yet the air feels like flannel. tonight it’s mint juleps, nina simone, and every door in the house open...
sigh… some are such a level of cool i choke breathing in their opposite air. Similar posts:i SEE youknaughty knickers!!!!!knocked-up fitness: a giveaway!a trader joe's...
