Sunshine

I love California.
I DO.

Saving up for the future

soup. boots. cider.
icy sheet. cold toilet seat.
socks.

melt. scented breeze.

berries. sand. grass.
open windows. picnics.
bikes.

How fucking romantic...

I love you I love you I love you.
Valentines Day.

What does it all mean?

Shouldn't every day be valentines day for that LOVA of yours?
Or do we need a specially recognized day to let those around us know how we feel?

Meet Tom and Lisa

I never knew I loved dressing as a man so much until today.
Honestly.

Meet my others: Tom and Lisa

Their stories are on the way.

-Tana Elise

Blush.

"Wowie. Wow. Wow." is probably one of the best compliments I've ever received.

Seriously.

(swoon)

It's been a while.

This morning I walked in two inch boot heels through eleven inches of snow for nine blocks because I missed the smick-smackin Western bus and I was late for work.

Being "late for work" is one of my least favorite things.
Ever.

Sort of like being late for other things. Like Periods.
You get all flustered and nervous and stupid, then realize everything is alright in the end. Once in every blue moon though, being late, really fucks shit up.

I just alluded to accidental babies.

Damn.