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 couple of hot, steamy sundays ago, hunkiest and i stole away to a cool, air-conditioned movie theater to see “tree of life”. a stunning, heartbreaking, brain-swirling film-i adored it. my husband did not. strokes different, folks different. marriage. we...
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...
what a week m’loves?! this morning i’ve officially cried “uncle buck”. i’m strapping on my skates, and grooving back into simpler times this weekend. wanna join? we can chrissy snow and jack tripper ourselves down to the regal beagle...
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...
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