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I am a city girl… i wear all black…maybe some gray …maybe some olive green… everything in my closet matches everything else…

that said…

i don’t usually like black lingerie…i mean of course its classic, goes with everything….etc etc..but…**yawn**

i like my naughty bits wrapped in neon pink, pushed up with lime greens, wrapped tightly in leopard prints. Azure blue peeks out from under my sweater when the neckline slides too far in any direction…yellow mesh with bits of pink ribbon laced corset style up the cup… blue and white gingham ruffles over lace… yes love, that IS a bit of blaze orange under Karl Lagerfelds silk georgette camo blouse… black would work i guess…but the orange….the orange takes it up a notch…even if nobody sees…even if no one whispers “are you wearing orange under there?” and even if nobody kisses my neck while their hands find a way to push up my sweater in the back of a town car on the way home  ….  i know…. and that is usually enough to keep my shoulders back and posture tall when my feet hurt and I’m at my 3rd round of drag shows for the weekend…and the envelope of white powder being passed round the table is a new body glitter – i cant make this stuff up – also i am slightly mortified to announce that there may or may not be pix of me circulating on the internet with a man wearing a hat made entirely of gilded dongs…

and yes …if you want your knickers to have hooks and snaps and ribbons…. where? yes there… then Europe has always been the best place to buy … and yes it costs more than is reasonable… and it can be hard, even for me,  to justify $130.00 for a thong… but then…then… you find that your favorite source for fun colors, quality laces and, extreme designs has come out with a new line inspired by Monica Cruz the lil sister of Penelope Cruz….and its designed by the sisters… and it’s priced at a very flattering price point that says special but not out of reach

meet  L’Agent the new collaboration with luxury lingerie label Agent Provocateur

*sigh* im particularly fond of the “monica” set…but how to choose a color?!?

here is the video NSFW… and oh wait is that lil sis Monica Cruz in her last trimester making an adorable appearance at about 1:17 …oh…i think it is…

Available from Nordstrom (online only… best i can tell – their lingerie manager never called me back :-/  ) if you want free shipping to anywhere…

or from Net A Porter if you prefer yours to come in a lil black box…that seems just the right amount of mysterious..maybe even naughty…

xoxo

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“What flag will i bear? what beast worship? what shrine besiege? what hearts break? what lies tell? – And walk through whose blood?? “

~ Arthur Rimbaud

the bravest among us might well be the poets…

in 1871 at the age of 16 he wrote the following about becoming a poet… a seer…

“I’m now making myself as scummy as I can. Why? I want to be a poet, and I’m working at turning myself into a seer. You won’t understand any of this, and I’m almost incapable of explaining it to you. The idea is to reach the unknown by the derangement of all the senses. It involves enormous suffering, but one must be strong and be a born poet. It’s really not my fault”

by age 20 he had given up all creative writing…by 37 he was dead…

Godspeed to the Libertines the poets and restless souls who go before us…

happy valentines day…

xoxo

…insomnia is a bigger bitch than me…

and she works a number on your skin your hair your overall disposition…and … i have had a hard go of it lately ….all round… from all sides work/home/friends/lovers….just really fu(like every  cliché you ever heard) to music….and while nobody sings the blues like muddy and everybody knows i love me some johnny cash…sad twangy county music isn’t always the road i choose…sometimes i like it a little darker…sometimes i wanna hear about lovers and ledges and about knowing what i ought to do but doing wrong anyway.. … and when that’s the case i dig out the cd this lil goth band from way back … Tapping the Vein…whose album The Damage has been spot on for me a few times over the years…this past week it has been blaring from my car stereo…. these are the two getting the heaviest rotation right now…

related: pretty sure  some folks in my garage hate me right now…


fuck them….

the ones who say you cant or you shouldn’t…

you’re too old or too fat or too short or too high maintenance

too emo…

too expensive… too cheap … too trusting…

that the men you date are too old or too young…

your hair is too big…

the ones who like to say when and where and how you should be doing it **newsflash** they dont know shit about how you should be doing anything…

the ones who think your style is too flamboyant or your shoes are too tall or your dog is too small

your relationships are too messy

your life is too chaotic

your job is too risky

your car is too ostentatious… your music is too twangy…or your boots are too pointy

the ones who think you stay out too late or go to bed too early …you’re drinking too much or not drinking enough…

dont waste another minute with them…

i dont care if they are neighbors, newbies, lovers, laborers, senators, prisoners or playboys… followers friends or family…

not another moment…

if im too much blond for you…i dont have time for you…

xoxo

ps.. if you want/need engraved stationery to tell em just how you feel… Mr Harrington will happily oblige you here...

the facility is new and fancy and federal…and a four-hour drive from dc..

it reminds me of an eerily quiet high school…

im greeted at the front desk by a pretty girl that looks like Raven Symone… with fake eyelashes and perfect MAC makeup… a generic black windbreaker & black pants…she smiles when she takes my id…there are no other people in the lobby… a pizza delivery guy shows up with two pies…. & raven  excuses herself…i read the signs about the dress code while she tries to round-up cash for the pizza guy..

no medical scrubs, no tank tops, no khakis, no grey t-shirts (hmm thats what im wearing) no shorts (oops again) no see thru clothing.. no vulgar words etc

then raven symone is back and  asks me to pose for a picture…to sign the log book…she asks if i need a locker but all i have are two rolls of quarters… and she smiles and holds them for me as i walk thru the metal detectors… she stamps my hand with an infrared number 7…..  there is a suggestion box hanging on the wall…and a picture of President Obama… i don’t recognize the other official portraits …

she motions for me to wait…while she pushes the two pizzas thru a thing that looks like a late night gas station pass thru…. only heavier… and big enough for a few pizzas…  and then a large metal door opens…on the other side i hold my hand under a black light machine and a man smiles…”lucky no. 7” he says….and i dont know if hes talking to me or to himself… so i just shrug …and follow raven symone farther down the hall…

she opens the door to a large sunny room…filled with uncomfortable plastic chairs … there is a wall of vending machines and there is a group of kids sprawled on the floor playing monopoly and  strangely enough there is a photo backdrop of a garden against a far wall with a family posing for pics…with the “official” photographer… a microwave beeps and the room smells of popcorn…

i find some chairs at the far end of the room…and try to get comfortable…

mercy…forgiveness… 2nd chances…

anyone that knows me will tell you im not big on judgement…

…what i am big on is friendship… friendship for me is pretty sacred …its more than brunchs barbqs and happy hours…sometimes its…  a visiting room… with twenty dollars worth of quarters for a vending machine smorgasbord ….in a bra with no underwire…

xoxo


Eli: It’s a flower of light in a field of darkness and it’s givinn’ me the strength to carry on

Solara: is that from the book?

Eli: No, thats johnny cash …live at folsom prison

~Book of Eli

xoxo

 

first..your boyfriend doesn’t think i’m a bitch… you do… its not the same… but don’t worry… i TOLD him i’m a bitch… he took it as a challenge… your boyfriend is a little bit competitive and likes a bit of a challenge… and i’ve got that over you… cause he already KNOWS he can have you … and hes bored with your tory burch ballerina flats…and diaper bag of a purse… sorry love…  milquetoast isn’t sexy…and adding a bit of spice doesn’t make me a bitch..it makes me smart…

also…

…your boyfriend doesn’t like  drama… he doesn’t want to fight… he does like sex… he likes  angry sex and make up sex and morning sex and two am after the club sex and lets watch a movie in bed sex and before sunday brunch sex and during sunday brunch sex and i had a long day at work sex and gee your hair smells terrific sex and mmmm you look good in that dress take it off sex…

i’m not saying its just sex… but there is a lot to be said for keeping things…sexy…

via: mmrpg.net

because

i may be a spoiled…slightly ocd…passive aggressive bitch with daddy issues who drives too fast…cant park for shit…drinks too often…swears too much… carries around a ridiculously tiny dog (also a certified bitch)…eats carbs …stays out late on school nights…pouts…cant keep her fridge stocked with more than mixers… shameless flirt… in slutty shoes…but….

at my core…

i’m a really positive person….and

in a town full of spin doctors… trained to find and concentrate on the negative …that’s sexy…or at least your boyfriend thought it was ;-)…

xoxo

sent with love from the road less traveled (aka. my iPhone)

Sent with love from the road less traveled- xoxo

remember that time..that you locked yourself out of your office…oh and yeah your lil dog was IN your office…and you had to move a file cabinet ok ok TWO file cabinets and crawl under a desk to get to a little known “being john malkovitch” style back door(yeah creepy and dusty)… and the new clients walked in as you were coming out from under a desk…and they looked a bit horrified when the receptionist said that YOU were the one they were gonna be spending a gazillion dollars with… yeah …

hi monday…

i hate you…

xoxo

ed note** by tuesday im hoping they will be convinced that i have a “whatever it takes to get the job done” attitude as opposed to thinking im just an “idiot blond that is prob  slept with our boss to get this gig“…

sugarbabies…

i reallly want someone to invent a new game… like rock, paper, scissors ….but with sex kittens, love birds, and little dogs…..

seems everyone wants to play these days…..

but the only games im interested in  are short and sweet and end with a hug or a shrug…

and if thats not the game youre playing… if the stakes are high or the rules are complicated….then i fold… thanks anyway…

xoxo

oh sugarbabies

rumor has it…. that today is international crush day

and god knows the only thing i love more that a juicy rumor is a crush…

and if i had to confess to my crushes… well id have to tell you how i  once was trapped  in an elevator in a swanky hotel with a certain rockstar…and … how when the doors finally opened i was soo flustered and crushing that i RAN out of the elevator… and how all this happened when i was about 13 years old…and while we all have crushes while coming of age…few of us get trapped in an elevator and proceed to ..as our 13 yr old brain perceives it..RUIN OUR LIVES by trying very awkwardly to seem cool and older and nonchalant in a hotel elevator for 15 min…and id also confess that since that moment…any crush has had to be compared to the flush of nervous sexual energy experienced by a pubescent girl whose personal game of 15 min in heaven played out perfectly if  however inelegantly that day…and well… thats a lot to live up to…

and why its also apropos for the word crush to be defined as  both 

noun: adoration AND verb: humiliating defeat

which is why i dont take a crush lightly.. i nurture that mother trucker… and i recommend you do the same…

and i know i am SUPPOSED to reveal my current crushes here and now…but … sugarbabies… im nothing if not discreet…even or maybe most importantly when…

its just a little crush

xoxo

ps…ok ok  youre my crush… but you already knew that didnt you…

sugarbabies…

…i love to watch all the red carpet coverage and…. for one night…. judge people by what they are wearing…all from the comfort of my sofa…wearing my favorite (oakton cougars) sweatpants… eating pizza and drinking champagne…. and yes…yes im giddy with anticipation… but then im always giddy when pizza/sweats & champagne are involved…

xoxo


sugarbabies…

i dont lean toward the dramatic…ok maybe i do…im  a leo…its in my genetic makeup…and… my relationship with fashion…well…its complicated…but its true that im not at allll trying to be dramatic when i say that…sometimes i can go almost two days without thinking

fucking hell…mcqueen …is gone….

mostly i think of him while im dressing… sliding on his bangle… ring… or shoe .. i reach for the iconic silk scarves less this time of year… partly because i want a warmer cashmere and partly because i treasure them more than ever and figure most of my meetings dont deserve him…

i miss him

and its a selfish miss….if there was anything that i needed to work on but was uninspired…id merely put it off and wait for fashion week to roll around… and just let him inspire me in some direction..(im a lazy bitch we have covered that before)…and every season… id be all …“oh im not gonna get my hopes up last season was soooo good surely this one will be a let down”.… but it never was…. there was a double amputee model on carved wooden legs for christs sake… there were paint spraying robots painting white cotton dresses as models sauntered down the runway…and the shoes… omg…every season the shoes….the amazing red cape that hes quoted as saying came from a  “sinister place“… the sequins that were more like scales…etc. etc. etc…::sigh::

i even turned to my asst  after his last show watching those crazy claw shoes and the undersea creature platforms and said …

“well he can die happy  now he’s never gonna top that”….

but i didnt mean it…

and it wasnt  true…. the stuff that he had ready for the next season was spectacular… and morbid… and genius…

and well…. its fashion week…and every time someone says something about it …. i just kinda shrug …

I am sure that there are new and talented designers out there….and i am sure i would find them inspiring …. i even like the stuff his house has been putting out since his passing- those kids  are working hard to be true to his vision (as if we could know it)… but ….

im not ready yet…

im still grieving l’enfant terrible

the king is dead…….. long live mcqueen

xoxo


the king is dead..long live mcqueen...

sugarbabies…

im not trying to hurt anyone… ask anyone who knows me… you’d be hard pressed to find anyone more loathe to hurt anyone’s feelings than me… truth be told im a softie…

but

i dont ask questions … and i dont like to answer questions… im extremely gifted when it comes to talking a lot but saying very little… theres a good chance you wont know anything about me after a twenty min conversation..and unless i really give a shit..and i prob dont…i wont have wanted you to tell me anything either… and if you did i can wager it was not in response to a question of mine…people love to talk…they are afraid of the silences …and if just sit there and nod…sip my vodka tonic…often they will go on and on in  intimate detail…. but … i dont ask… so if there is something that you dont want to tell me… im ok with that.. i dont need to know everything about you… and as far as im concerned you dont need to know everything about me… im private that way … sue me…so yes ive dated men whose middle name i never knew…whose age i never knew…whose job title i never knew… whose marital status… i never knew… or cared about…if youre not being honest with yourself or someone else…thats something YOU have to deal with not me… and i dont want to hear about it…please dont confess your shit to me…

i care about the moment and im selfish about it…

and i try to be up front about it…sometimes im better at it than others….but i try to say what i want…and i always warn folks that im selfish and fickle..and that i dont recommend that they get attached because i wont…and ill be gone more than im around…and that you’lll never know what to expect…that sometimes that is great and other times not so much… and i wont apologize for it… and i dont know if this makes me a bad person… but it definitely makes me me… and to be honest..im a happy person… realllly happy… i love my life…and when i look around and see allll these unhappy people lately…i just want to shake them… tell them to take responsibility for their own happiness…to stop wanting someone or some thing to make them happy…it just doesn’t work like that…that life is both deep AND ordinary at the same time … that everything is pretty through an instagram filter….. find the filter that makes your life the life YOU want… and apply it…the rest falls into place…or at least you have fun wiggling the pieces about… trust me im no picnic… but … still…. im amazed at the number of folks who love me just the way i am… the rest of ’em… well screw ’em…im not trying to live their life…. i dont need/want what they have… and im ok with that…its just that sometimes…. i wish they were ok with it too…

now …

could somebody please go tell my mom im happy… thanks…

xoxo

sugarbabies..

i gotta go school some folks… i mean i know i know..its a dirty job..but im a dirty girl and…somebody has to do it..

xoxo

sugarbabies…

i can see the sun for the first time in weeks…AND its hovering at 50 degrees outside… practically the tropics…  feels delicious… tomorrow the man says it will be gray and cold again… but for the moment im soaking it in…tomorrow ill go back to chasing winter blues off with a few of my favorite things…

1) Kate Spade clutch… cute right? and the clutch is half the price of a bag…i never got on the HUGE handbag bandwagon… i could pack for a long weekend in those purses….including tossing alice in there…. katespade.com

2) white dinner plates.. let the food be the star and change up your whole tablescape with just new salad plates….i got mine at west elm they were closing the store i got an even deeeper discount when i offered to buy out alllll of their stock …

3) fluffy white egyptian cotton towels (always available at TJMaxx) and a fluffy white robe…instant spa.. . also you can easily supplement if any fancy hotel towels accidentally follow you home (dont worry they are easier to keep clean you can toss a wee bit o bleach in the wash with ’em ….& you alll know i *heart* bleach!)

4) MAC Chill white eye shadow swept across the browbone…instant facelift

5) borrow grandmas pearls…they are never wrong but i especially love them in winter…the longer the strand the better the more of them the merrier…

6) while you are stealing err borrowing grandmas jewelry …grab your boyfriends white shirt…i dont care if you dont technically have a boyfriend…you know SOME boy…. grab his shirt and go all risky business… its sexy and comfortable..and trust me… those dont get thrown into the same sentence very often …take advantage

7) glam up everything with an enamal cuff … all the biggest designers have them … maybe your suit isnt chanel…your bracelet can be mcqueen… and they make a great gift…  net.a.porter.com

8.) iphone cover… i dont leave home without my iphone… i can even use it to buy my coffee now…soo… this lil cover keeps it protected…without sacrificing that clean apple aesthetic… this one is from modcloth

9) flowers flowers flowers… i like white ones…and tulips were $5 a bunch in safeway yesterday…just do it…

10) organize organize organize… i use these boxes from ikea $5 for a set … i feel sooo much better when things are tidy… and…. its tooo cold to go outside anyway… stay in & spend the day with your junk drawer you’ll feel better for it…organization is sexy…so is being able to find the scotch tape/ibuprofen/flashlight when you need em..im just saying

xoxo

sugarbabies…

last night a stunningly handsome exceedingly wealthy man…walked me home from a lovely dinner at a cozy indian place …  where the owner knows us both and only slightly raised one eyebrow when he saw that we were “together” ….  snow was falling and i held his arm…  while he held the umbrella… his town car crept along behind us… it was every girls dream …. but im not every girl…

so when we got to the door and i kissed his cheek good night… he told me i was breaking his heart…again…

and i told him thats why he adores* me… i just cant/wont fake it… and that some folks are just used to getting what they want… and while he definately falls into that catagory…

so do i…

lo siento love …

xoxo

ps.. you can read a bit more about this night over here where dear exgirlfriend was kind enuff to let me guest post… while he sits in sunny grand caymen….. xoxo

*his word not mine…

sugarbabies…

shes the latest thing …. honeysuckle… pantones color of the year …just announced a few weeks  ago..she arrived with much fanfare & a wee controversy regarding her name…

soooo i was feeling a bit uber trendy…not in a good way… when she made an impromptu appearance in my christmas color scheme this year…but she managed to win me over…

i paired her with bits of, last years color of the year, a Tiffany Blue, some Lipstick Red and my fave christmas color of all…Grinch Green… and have to admit …she was a hot pop of fun …two teen girls even commented on how pretty it all was …and teen girls dont like anything…(cept maybe taylor lautners abs)..so thats quite a compliment… she was surprisingly versatile and while i prob wont make any big commitments to her…im glad we met..and im sure we will see more of each other throughout the year…sooo while i dont see us in a long term relationship….i guess what im trying to say is… i hope we can still be friends..

xoxo

sugarbabies…

the light turned red and i sidled my lil european sport scar up next to a brand new green Baby Bentley with florida tags:

HIM: good morning

ME:  indeed…is that GATOR green?

HIM:* laughing* no.. its MONEY green…

ME: ahhh thats a shame

HIM: why’s that?

ME: lots of folks round here have money… but gator fighters …well they’re hard to come by in these parts

Him: can i buy you coffee?

ME ::winking::  sugar you cant afford to be ‘running round with me… it’d  cost ya  waaay more than money

….light change….

#ilovethistown

xoxo

sugarbabies…

…N…

he works the food cart … on a well-traveled corner in what is now a “safe” neighborhood....near the courthouse

we go back a loong time….back to when my walk of shame from a spot on Pennsylvania Ave used to take me past his corner…back… before the neighborhood was good…back then he used to toss me a Diet Mt Dew and tell me i could do better than the d-bag i was “seeing”. (ok ok maybe he said “congressman” not d-bag but whateves samey same)… we’d talk bout his kids and how their college was going  … and how expensive tuition was…which was why he was out here at this time of morning…every morning…

sooo when i pulled up at the light tues morning…and lifted my arm to wave at him i was surprised to see him running after someone… at first i thought…oh must have forgotten their change…(yes i am ridiculous)

but that wasnt it…

it was two kids..they had each taken a bag of chips… and walked away … kinda “skipping” in that “im a bad ass im not scared.. i dont have to run” way…if you live in a city… you know the skip… i hate the skip…

N. caught up to them in front of my car… one kid shifted his weight and adopted his most menacing posture (also kind of ridiculous)  he threw the chips at N. …by then the other had turned round and was pushing N. it was two kids and one grizzled old man… make no mistake… i have no doubt that in a fair fight… N. would take these kids every time…he left Afghanistan in the 80’s …hes tougher than those kids know..

but things arent fair in this town…especially the fights…

i took a sec to concentrate on their faces.. in case i had to id them later… and i prayed that nobody had a gun…jeeezuz its a fucking bag of chips…not even Cheetos or Doritos…. then  i threw open the car door…stepped out into the street…

When i shouted… all three of them turned … the boys were kinda stunned…then an ugly smile slid across ones face he shrugged his shoulders turned his palms out …passing his bag of chips to N….  they turned their backs to us…and skipped off toward the courthouse…

N shook his head “YOU SHOULDNT GET OUT OF THE CAR ITS TOOO DANGEROUS!”  he shouted at me… louder and gruffer than he meant to…  the way a parent does when they are more scared than angry… i made the sign of the cross… and moved to get back in the car… the light was getting ready to change… he motioned for me to wait… he reached down and tossed me a dt mt dew… and started laughing at me…

“next time… you just shout for cops i think there mothers are the problem”

i laughed too… ok N … deal… i crossed my arms over my chest and then pointed at him… smiling…

hes prob right… i gotta think of something better to shout than:

HEY ASSHOLES….DONT MAKE ME GO GET YOUR MOMS….

xoxo

sugarbaby…….

seriously…

you should know some things about me…

im prob not the person you think i am…

im not particularly nice… im selfish… i know that about myself… im ok with it…

being with me wont make you happy… youre responsible for your own happiness..

i wont let you fix shit in my life either…except maybe breakfast

i keep secrets…its my life… if i wanna share it… i will…but…dont count on it…

i dont open up easily…

no thats not it… i just dont open up… dont take it personally

im fiercely protective of my privacy…my family… my work…and my friends…

i wont tell you anything about them

i probably wont share them with you…ever…

i’ll happily pay for the drinks …the dinners…the tickets…

but i want you leave before the sun comes up…

unless…youre making me breakfast … and feeding it to me…

then i want you to leave after you clean the kitchen…

i like an unreasonable number of artificial sweeteners in my coffee… and i dont care what you think about that…

if you are allowed to drive my car…i will tell you…if i didnt give you the key…you are not allowed to drive it….dont act like you dont know this…and if you cant afford to replace her (and you cant) then dont help yourself to the spare key…

im not gonna hide my vibrator …i dont care what you think about that either

im not gonna invite you to the country house… its an escape … from people… like you…

if its late and you took the metro… i dont care how you get home… call a cab…from the curb…

dont assume things about me… it makes you look  bourgeois and boring

im ok with second chances…third ones even…shit happens i get it… but after that…i simply wont answer the phone……ever

dont mistake kindness for weakness… im tougher than i look…im probably tougher than you…

i get bored easily…

i wont co-sign anything for you….or your sister…or your drummer

in all likelihood i will never call you….i dont care that you think thats unreasonable

i wont fight with you …and …raising your voice wont get you anywhere…

i probably wont go to your office party… or take you backstage with me….

i wont talk to your mom on the phone…

i wont invite you on business trips….

i wont invite you on pleasure trips with my friends/family….

i wont ask questions -if i dont want to know the answer ….wait  let me say that again…its important so pay attention…. i wont ask questions -if i dont want to know the answer … you should do the same….

im not a therapist…or a priest….i dont want you to  confess your shit to me…

im friends with almost alll of my ex’s and in regular contact with them… deal with it…

soooooo…sugar you seem like a nice guy….

and

maybe meridith brooks said it best….

i do not envy you… im a little bit of everything all rolled into one…

im a bitch im a lover im a child im a mother im sinner im a saint… and i do not feel ashamed…im your hell im your dream …i am nothing in between…

and you wouldnt want it any other way….

and oh yeah..

i wont go through this list again…

even though it will change…. constantly…

sooo that whole “getting to know me” thing… yeah …well good luck with that…

xoxo

Him:  youre in the MIDDLE of the road maybe you should pick a lane

Me:  this is where the “good” pavement is…i like the road less traveled…

Him: THIS is the less traveled road you always talk about? this is the GW Parkway! things are never what i think with you..

xoxo

sugarbabies..

at this moment…im so enamored just tickled pink with these lil pitchers that gurgle…

xoxo

sugarbabies… if there is one thing that you kids know about me…its that i try my very very very best to …no matter what it is…keep it sexy… to find the sexy in everyday things and life…and to concentrate not on the good the bad or the ugly…but only …the sexy… sooo….here are a few things im finding sexy right now:

white cotton pjs …. with  a wee bit too much sun these are purrrfect …buttoned or unbuttoned… pants or sans pants…they are proving pretty darn versatile AND almost acceptable if i have to chase alice through the buildings common areas *hi mailman* again….i also love that they are white so a lil bleach keeps em shiny bright & stain free … & as a bonus  my dry cleaner presses em for a pittance! FTW

glitter and doom…  its been on repeat for soo long that everyone in my office threatened to quit… i told them to it would be a cold day in hell when id pick any of their slack asses over tom waits live…but… i did switch to the small change album…for a few hours…

bat for lashes & lykke li my two fave girls of 2009… great videos too… careful the tunes are kinda infectious…

Tiffanys Classic Champagne Flutes …. (thank you santa i looove them!) these surprisingly affordable…. chic glamorous crystal classics  make  purrfect hostess/wedding/ its Wednesday/ gifts! and lets face it affordable is the new black…

Jon Wye Tshirts… for real kids i spotted them on folks TWICE up in NYC …and when i found he was local i was just tickled pink… personal fave is the mustache one (that i dont see on the site  right now…but i didnt wade in too deep) but no worries this one is great too! arrrgh pass the bacon… awww just think how sexy he’d look making me breakfast…meowwwww……

and then there is this..two things you would never think go together….looking sooo purrrfect together…

~via welovechaos

this just makes me want to have a party … with down tempo house music…in oh i guess northern cali or one of those moist foggy  twin peaks/twilight saga states…??? i mean come on now… ya gotta admit….

it ALMOST makes camping look kinda sexy…..

xoxo

oh sugarbabies…you know what they say…

cool people dont watch explosions…. they walk away…. in slow motion….

soooo no sugarbabies…im not doing a recap…..

2009? yeah trust me…. ya  kinda had to be there….

im not the kind of girl that looks back…and hell if you realllllly wanna know…rummage about in the archive….thats what its there for…and well…i yeah i just cleared all the drafts too… sooo if i havent hit publish yet on that sordid night we spent in san antonio (you know who you are) well happy new year sugar pie…you can breathe a sigh of relief…im prob never gonna take the time to write about it again ;-)…and to a certain blonde starlet with a prim & proper reputation (and that narrows it down in hollywood!!!) i’ll prob never tell anyone  bout the freaky party in NYC where you were naked most of the night…ok ok maaaybe i told Reyabut she can keep a secret….and nope… that after party in the basement of a five star  with the key to the cellar with the goood stuff… yeah…ill prob go to my grave with that one too…(sugarbabies there is no buzz like a great vintage veuve clicquot buzz)…. the rockstars whose band got snowed in during the snOMG and palyed pool with me all weekend…i’ll never tell…..soooo…

yeah im walking purposefully into 2010 and im not looking back…not even a glance…im sliding my ray bans down…. and walking away…

CHEERS!!! 2010!!!

xoxo

Hey, look at me, casually
Walking away like Action Movie Hero Boy
In slow-mo, everything glowing
And blowing to bits right behind me
~lemon demon

oh sugarbabies…

i bought a new pair of jeans this week..ok ok.. you got me..i bought a bunch of new clothes…you know how it goes…one for aunt fern…three for me…. one for mom… three for me… but i digress….i did it to bribe myself into being better about the IHOP visits, the cake monkey flown in from LA… the treats in the break room…the yummy goodies at assorted office parties… you know of what i speak….

so i bought a tight pair of expensive jeans (yes..they look great) …and told myself that there was room for nary a cookie… and i gave away the cake monkey goodness to clients.. ok ok damn you .. MOST of the cake monkey goodness….

and then just when i thought i was doing sooo good.. i found myself in the middle of a rural mcdonalds at a truckstop ….thankyouverymuch… ordering an egg and cheese mcmuffin… i sat in a lumpy booth that was prob from the 70’s and realllly enjoyed that thing… i savored every bite… chewed slowly…and washed it down with a bottle of lemon flavored dasani…. then the guilt hit me… ahhh the shame of it all…the lack of control….which anyone who knows me… knows that when i get “fixated” on a control issue… well…it can get dicey… and well… for a moment i wanted to blame rural america for not offering me a healthy choice… but im not one to shift blame…or at least im not ready to admit that i do ….sooo….

i started thinking about what i would have eaten if i had been home…oh simple enufff…

one of the kids would have brought me my fave egg and cheese sandwich from panera….. hey wait..i just ate and egg and cheese sandwich why do i feel so extra guilty??? and then i pulled out my iphone and did the research… the McDonalds sandwich was wayyyyyy healthier (numbers only here…but then isnt that what this is??? a numbers game?? ) no seriously…

panera 380 calories

mcdonalds 270 calories…

and its not just in calories… the Mickey D Won in almost EVERY CATAGORY…

sodium, fat grams, serving size (mc was LARGER),  panera won protein with 18gm over mcd’s 14 grams…i like a lottttttt of protein….

and then as if to add insult to injury… mickey comes in UNDER TWO dollars… compared to paneras…well you get teh picture…they wont even post how much that $hit costs on the web!

….christ on a cracker…

dont worry kids i didnt take away from this that i should eat more mcdonalds….

just that i should give up entirely on panera…

goodbye thick slice of vermont white cheddar…you were amazing..its NOT you its me… and these pants …you see…they mean more to me than… well…you

and maybe i shouldnt beat myself up for EVERY indulgence…moderation i tell my self…but yeah..have you seeen my life?? lets just say moderation isnt my forte’…

all that AND i dropped my makeup bag on the floor of a “ladies” room (and i use the term loosely ) of the truckstop…please dont ask why i was doing my makeup & eating a mcmuffin in a truckstop…

thats a post for another day….

…and to boot i JUST found out its Thursday…

and i made a lawyer ( a very expensive one i might add) argue the case for it being Thursday as…im obviously a conspiracy theorist and i wasnt just willing to take the opinion of “the man” on this issue…

which means i am a day late on everything….

i thought it was only WED… no wonder they looked at me funny when i dropped alice off yesterday for her TUES  appt. at the Groomer!

christ… some days its hard being this blond….

ok …umm… is it too early to start drinking???

xoxo

sugarbabies…

sometimes its not what you do but who you do it with that makes things special…and sometimes when karma has you in her good graces… you get to do really great things WITH really great people and welll…

the stars have been aligning for me lately … or maybe it was the moon …that i usually call cruel… showing mercy to a blond with a soft spot for slightly chilly fall evenings with really warm friends…..

*the shrimp and grits over at the Argonaut is yummy… they do it spicy and cheesy…which is fine by me… ask Lenny the bar keep for a beer rec..he has a good handle on whats there and how it goes down…i suggest you arrrive in an old pick up truck even though the neighborhood isnt even scary anymore…and sorry if you missed the “Thriller on H” which was a community performance of the thriller dance… performed by assorted volunteer zombies…and sponsored by joy of motion(a dance school?) sooo the whole thing had me feelin like i was in a episode of Fame… but in a good way…

*halloween ha! thats its own post!

*the specials at Poste are sometimes more expensive than good and to be honest id have rather had a burger ….. but the company was good…the service was adorable…and by the time they poured the champagne our numbers had swelled from 2 to 6 and so i didnt reallly mind that i dropped three benjis on dinner and didnt even get laid…ok ok maybe i mind just a little 😉

*i may have discovered that it is easier to get to annapolis than georgetown from my place…no kidding two right hand turns…

*the booking folks at iota rarely get it wrong…(thanks to U. for the the heads up just the same) so yeah …i really enjoyed sneaking in just in time to catch Gregory Alan Isakov – i parked sex on wheels illegally right out back … sooo later im sneaking out the back door to check on her…and …  i cant quite get the gate to open… i turn to a fella there “is there a trick to this?” he smiled…”yeah you PUSH it… then when you want to come back in you PULL it” then he playfully tugged on a strand of  blond hair and said  “...guess cute as you are…you probably dont have to open many doors for yourself” … i smiled back… “only if there isnt a GENTLEMAN in sight” he bowed low and shoved open the door….. when i got back he was holding it again… “thanks love”  later a note on my car seat said he was available for running in front of me to get pesky things like doors… 🙂 …note passing seemed to be a theme that night… notes … and cellos…two diff cello performances in a week… who’d a guessed??… and the moon… ah yes the moon… wow …did y’all happen to see that big moon tuesday night???soooo

yeah…. a super special thanks to that big ole moon that saw me home safely this week…makes me think fall is giving spring a real run for her money this year…

i think GAI might have summed it up pretty well here:

Give me darkness when I’m dreaming                                                                      Give me moonlight when I’m leaving
Give me shoes that weren’t made for standing.
Give me treeline, give me big sky, give me snowbound,
Give me rainclouds, give me bedtime just sometimes…..

~GAI

xoxo

sugarbabies..

i wrote you kids a really great post(trust me it was a good one) today

about what big ole pick up trucks do to me..

and how i prob woulda married a couple of guys if they coulda made me feel … the way i feel when i pull up next to a monster truck on constitution avenue… *swooon*

and how something about the promise of a high lonesome /down -n- dirty combo along with a hemi…is pretty much irresistible

and how its the ying to my yang….

how coaxing a throaty growl out of sex on wheels when we are at a light, with the top down… and a soon to be patented “sideways- chin on shoulder- glance over the ray bans”… next to a big fella pretty much guarantees a tire squeal for attention or plea for coffee on craigslists missed connections…

about how ….i have fantasies of driving up behind one of these guys…they drop the tailgate…and it turns into a ramp….and i roll up into the bed… all at like 75 mph. like a total smokey and the bandit move….

and

how opposites must really attract … cause i dont really like guys in sports cars… seriously? the italian ones are tooooo high maintenance and seem like they are trying tooo hard…kinda euro douchy…

the american ones seem kinda silly except maybe a few vettes…

the germans do a good job…but something about dudes in sports cars just smacks of midlife crisis or insecurities…and dont even make me have the  gay or european conversation…

no…

i like men who drive sturdy dependable all wheel drives….and if they can handle a dually in the city…*sigh*…what cant they handle???…surely a headstong lil girl like me would be no trouble at all……

but then wordpress crashed and i lost the whole damn thing… and umm yeah im waaay tooo lazy to do the whole thing again… sorry sugarbabies…. but the jist of it is… im waiting…waiting for a man that makes me feel the way i feel when a dually pulls away from me and parallel parks on 14th st….THATS all i want…is that so much?

xoxoxo

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