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I opened my eyes, and turned over. His arm was slung over me, heavily. I looked at him, covered in white hotel sheets, his brown hair a mess and his eyes opened slowly. A smile spread across his face as he saw me watching him, and his blue eyes sparkled.
"Good morning," I said quietly, smiling at him.
"Hey," he said, and let out a yawn. He pulled me close and kissed my forehead. My head spun. I was waking up with him, in a hotel room, looking out over the water, the sun streaming through the window. I cuddled up against his bare chest, and he held me tightly. I looked up at him and our eyes connected. He kissed my lips softly and let out a small laugh.
"I'm gonna get up," I said, and pulled away.
"If you must," he said, and we laughed. I reached past him and picked up his blue button down shirt, the one he wore the night before. I slipped it on over my navy and white striped boyshort underwear, and it was just a little too loose. I headed towards the bathroom to wash up. My hair was a disaster, the perfect example of sex hair.
I walked out to find him sitting at the table, in his boxer shorts, with the sports pages of the newspaper in his hand, a cup of tea in the other. The table, placed in front of the window, allowed the sun to steam in and warm his face. Facing him sat another steaming cup of tea, waiting for me, with the entertainment section of the newspaper. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his shoulder. He kissed my cheek and I sat with him.
"You look good in my shirt," he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Thanks, I like it. Smells like your cologne," I said, taking a sip of tea.
"Last night..."
"I know," I said, and he smiled at me. It wasn't a big smile, but a warm one. One that meant something.
His hand found mine from across the table and he held it.
"Mine," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. I nodded and he turned back to the sports pages.
The perfect Sunday morning.

She set her suitcase in the corner of the hotel room and looked around. The room was beautiful - she rarely stayed at such nice hotels, but she decided to splurge for this one trip.
"Wow, nice room," he commented from behind her.
"Yeah, nicer than on the website," she remarked and turned around to smile at him. He took her coat and hung it up in the closet by the entrance to the room.
"Woah, I'm tired," she said, and let out a yawn.
"You've had a long day. Want me to go?"
"Go?"
"Yeah, so you can rest."
"Don't go. I want you to..."
"You want me to stay?"
"Yeah," she said quietly, and looked into his blue eyes. He looked back at her and then looked away.
"Okay," he said, trying to sound as confident as possible. She smiled and his heart felt full. He didn't know how he got into this, but he knew he couldn't resist her.
She sat on the bed, and he sat next to her. He wrapped his arm around her, and she automatically moved in. She fit. It was like she was meant to be there.
They sat there together, until her head began to fall back onto his shoulder and she let out another yawn. She buried her face in his shoulder, and he held her tightly. He felt a fierce desire to protect her. "You okay?" he asked, quietly.
"Hmm.. tired," she whispered.
"Want to sleep?"
"No."
"Come on, let's lie down," he said gently, and moved them back to the top of the bed. Her eyes stared into his as her head hit the pillow. He raised his hand to move the curls that had fallen in front of her eyes and his hand rested on hers. They laid on their sides, facing each other. She held his hand tightly and he squeezed back. He couldn't help himself. He leaned in and kissed her cheek. He wanted to be closer to her, even though he knew he couldn't, that he shouldn't.
"Ewan," she whispered.
"Yes?"
"I could fall for you," she said, her tone shaky, barely above a whisper. She kissed his hand, and sighed.
"You're going to get us in trouble," he resisted, but hardly.
"No, I won't," she said, but they both knew what was happening. Feelings crashing, turning from friends to more. He leaned in, closed his eyes, and his lips met hers. They felt the rush running up and down their bodies.
"Oh god," he said, and his face broke into a smile.
"It's there, isn't it? That connection."
"It is."
"I have to be honest with you."
"Okay..."
"I feel like... if I don't talk to you every day, something's wrong. If I don't hear your voice, I feel empty. You make me trip over my words, lose my train of thought, I just need you. I like you, a lot. Too much, probably."
"Woah..."
"I know. I just... I wanted you to know. If I don't talk to you.. I just... I miss you."
"I know how you feel. I miss you too if I don't get to talk to you. I know I shouldn't, but I do."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Ewan..."
"Jess..." he trailed off, and moved in for another kiss. Intense, deep, and one that, without a doubt, would change everything.

She stepped out into the cold air, dragging her suitcase behind her.
"Should have brought a coat," she cursed herself under her breath. It was beyond cold, the dead of winter, and her West Coast lifestyle didn't account for a coat in the middle of December. Big change from the mid western state she stood in. He had sent her a text message a few minutes earlier, saying he was on his way, and that he had a friend who would be driving them.
She wrapped her hands around her arms, rubbing them for warmth, and adjusted her scarf. She waited patiently, and watched as cars zoomed past her, a few slowing down to pick up others who had just gotten off their flights. A silver four door sedan pulled up, and stopped in front of her. She gripped her suitcase, as the back door opened and he stepped out. His hair was lighter than in his pictures, but still a brown color.
His blue eyes were deep, not a light blue, but blue like the deeper parts of the ocean. He wore a black v-neck sweater, loose jeans and a pair of beat up Nikes. His smile was wide as he walked towards her. Her hand left her suitcase and he wrapped his arms around her.
"Hi," she said, with a sigh that was so soft, it was more of a swoon.
"Hey," he said, and the same gentle voice she had heard on the phone all those months sent her heart racing. He helped her into the car, and put her suitcase in the trunk.
He walked around and got back in, sitting next to her in the backseat.
"This is Danielle," he said to her, introducing the driver. "She wanted to meet you, so she offered to pick you up with me."
"It's nice to meet you," Danielle said.
"It's nice to meet you too!" Jessica responded, leaning forward to remove her scarf. She smiled and sat back. "I can't believe I'm here."
"I can't either. How long do you have?" he asked, turning to face her.
"About 3 hours until I need to be back to check in for my connection."
"Cool," he said, his accent thick. She was so attracted to his voice - the tone, the way he pronounced his "o"s and "a"s. They drove for a few minutes in silence, and then he moved in closer to her, putting his hand on her leg. She looked up at him and smiled and leaned into him. He sighed deeply and she looked out the window.
"It's so green here," she said, to no one in particular.
"Big difference from the desert, huh?" he said softly. "It's pretty boring here, though. I bet there's a lot more to do where you are."
"Maybe," she considered. "But you're here. So that makes it better," she said, and he laughed shyly.
God, she loved when he laughed.
The chemistry.. the attraction between them was so intense, and they both felt it. Danielle drove the route to his apartment, glancing at them in the rear view mirror.
A few more moments of silence.
His hand went from her leg to her hair, and he grabbed a handful of it. She closed her eyes and her whole body went numb as he put his head against hers and drew in a deep breath. Her hand went to his knee and she squeezed it. He moaned quietly in her ear and pulled away, shaking his head.
She looked over at him and their eyes met. She smiled and he looked down at her lips. She bit her bottom lip and looked away. Within seconds, his hand was on the back of her neck, hair grasped and his lips were on her neck. Her body reacted and she moved hand back to his thigh, grabbing it.
Danielle looked back with raised eyebrows and she laughed quietly. Jessica was brought back to the real world by her giggle, and he pulled away. She tried to regain her breath, and he rested his head against hers.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he said quietly. All she could do was nod. He kissed her neck again, and wrapped his arms around her. She kissed his cheek and exhaled.
"Me too," she whispered and they laughed quietly.
"We're here!" Danielle announced, as she stopped the car.
"Great," he said, and they got out. He took out her suitcase and she hugged Danielle.
"Have fun you guys," she said, in a teasing voice.
"Thanks again, Dani," he said, and gave her a hug.
"I'll see you later, Ewan," she said, and hopped back in her car and drove away.
"She's great," Jessica said, as they watched her drive away.
"Yeah, she is," he said, and took her hand, leading her to his apartment.

She walked off the plane and the cool Midwestern air hit her hard. Her face flushed and she took a deep breath. she knew he would be there, waiting for her on the other side of security. How the cold air had infiltrated the airport was beyond her. She adjusted her designer scarf and gripped her luggage and set towards the gate.
she walked through the crowds, heading in the opposite direction. Her passport and boarding pass in her hand, she smiled at passing security guards and other travelers. With every passing minute she grew more and more nervous. Would he like her? Would she be what he expected? Would he?
She passed through security, taking her turquoise carry on from the scanner and rolled it behind her. It was time. Months of talking on the phone, flirting through email, joking about what it would be like if they spoke outside of work. They were going to meet, face to face.
She stepped through the treshold where they were supposed to meet...somewhere. He saw her from where he stood, she was every bit as beautiful as her photo. Bouncy brown hair, her face was rosy from the cold and her scarf was wrapped around her neck. It hung down to the button of her jeans, extra vibrant against her fitted black v-neck sweater. Her pink lips were full, and covered in lip balm. She stood there, her eyes scanning the room, no doubt looking for him. He reached down and smoothed down his shirt from under his jacket. His warm hand found its way into the pocket of his light wash jeans. He licked his lips, took a deep breath and stepped forward, in her direction.
Within minutes, he was behind her. She kept looking around for him, her hand to her forehead and ran through her hair. He reached out and gripped her shoulder, gave it a gentle squeeze and felt his heart swell.
"Jessica?" he asked. She turned around and their eyes met. Her brown eyes found his blue eyes and she smiled. They were a light blue, contrasted by his dark brown hair. He took her into his arms, a big hug, one they had both been looking forward to.
"Ewan!" she exclaimed. "Hi! I can't believe I'm here!" she said, pulling back to look at him again.
"I know, neither can I," he replied, meaning it. "You look amazing."
"So do you, you look just like I pictured you to be." his smile grew wide, and his hair fell in front of his eyes. She instinctively reached up and moved it out of the way, and he caught her hand. He gave it a squeeze and she felt faint.
"Lets go grab some food. Lord knows I can't eat that stuff they serve on the plane. " she joked, trying to recover from her light headedness.
"sure. How much time to do have?"
"About two hours."
"all right."

Time alone - away from my job, away from my friends, away from my life. I picked up the newspaper and in the other hand sipped my coffee. Turning my attention to the entertainment section, I picked out a movie, the longest one listed on the page, and smiled. A dark, quiet room where it was just me and the screen. No phone calls, no emails, no one to answer to. No him.
I put down the paper, finished my cup and made my way to my bedroom. My favorite jeans were folded on the shelf in my closet, and I grabbed them, to pair with a red henley t-shirt, the one I wore the night we met. I slipped into my outfit, and picked up my purse, and went out the door. I drove over to the theater. I parked and walked towards the door. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a gold car, like the one he drove.
Stop it, I scolded myself, he's not here. Stop thinking about him, just let it die already. He's not worth it.
I shook my head and entered the building.
"One please," I said to the teenage boy at the counter, and slipped him a ten dollar bill. He handed me my changed and I walked away just as he told my to enjoy the show. Single-minded, I went to the concession counter and bought a drink. Beverage in hand, I made my way to the dark theater, and took a seat in the back. The theater was near empty and I put my feet up, watching each person walk through the door and find a seat. In walked a tall, dark haired man, about six foot, slightly over weight... it was him.
My heart lept into my throat. I looked away quickly, hoping he wouldn't notice me. He took a seat, in my row, at the very end.
It wasn't long before my sideways glances met his. Our eyes locked and he shot me a smile. I turned away from it and focused back on the movie.
Damn, all I wanted was an afternoon by myself.
Without another sideways glance for a good while, I felt movement in the seat next to me. I looked over and there he was, hair in his eyes, looking right at me.
"What are you doing?" I whispered angrily.
"Watching a movie," he responded, and leaned towards me. I looked away, my face red with anger. The audacity! He put his arm around me and spoke into my ear, "How are you?"
"I'm watching a movie," I retorted and moved away from him.
"I miss you," he said.
"Fuck off," I whispered, and I sipped my drink. I paid as little attention as I could to him, even though he was all I could think about. It had been months since he had dropped me, months since we talked and now, here he was, sitting next to me. He put his hand on my shoulder and rubbed my neck. My body reached to his touch, softening, relaxing, leaning into his.
"Talk to me," he said. "I know you miss me. I'm sorry about everything. I wanted to return your calls, I just-"
"This is SO not the place," I whispered in a stern tone and he nodded.
The movie ended quickly, and I had no idea what had happened. My mind was numb, stuck on the fact he was right next to me. The lights came on as the credits rolled and everyone filed out of the theater. We sat there, alone, staring ahead at the black screen.
"Can we talk?" he asked, turning to face me.
"About what? You made it pretty clear that you didn't want to talk to me."
"Let me explain."
"You didn't let me explain."
"I know. I was just.. I was wrong. Just please, come talk to me. I'll buy you a Starbucks."
"You know you don't deserve this, right?"
"I know I don't. I just.. hope you'll give me a few minutes to talk it out."
"Fine," I said, annoyed, and got up. He followed me out of the theater and to the Starbucks located just a few stores down in the mini mall. He went right to the counter and ordered my favorite Frappuchino, and brought it to me at the table I chose in the far back corner. "Thank you."
"Thanks for sitting with me, and listening."
"Go ahead."
"I'm sorry I never returned your calls. I'm sorry I ignored you."
"Why did you? It never made sense to me."
"I was upset at you, upset at what you said to me, upset at what happened."
"I said things I didn't mean, I admitted that a long time ago."
"I know. I got all of your messages. All the ones where you apologized. The ones where you wanted to talk, I just.. was confused, I didn't know what I wanted, I just.. freaked out."
"Why wait? Why wait so long? I mean, we ran into each other accidentally. It's not like it was planned."
"I know, but as soon as I saw you, I knew it would be the perfect time to talk to you about it," he explained and reached his hand out to cover mine. I pulled away before he could get to it and he frowned.

He sat next to me on his couch, and turned off the television. His attention turned to me and I closed my eyes, leaning against his chest.
"What's wrong?" he asked, and snuggled me.
"Hmm? Nothing, just tired," I replied. He held me closer and kissed my head.
"God, you're perfect."
I shook my head and snuggled against his chest. His hand covered mine and I took a deep breath.
"Is this okay?" I asked quietly, playing with his shirt.
"Yes," he said quietly, and I felt his heart beating faster. He adjusted his position and let out a whimper.
"I'm having an awesome time," I said quietly and ran my hands through his hair.
"Stay with me," he demanded gently and moved his hand to my chin, where he tilted it up so I looked at him.  He leaned down and his brown hair fell into his eyes. I melted in his arms and his lips covered mine. My heart filled and my stomach was filled with butterflies.
"Is that what you want?" I asked, and moved his hair from his eyes.
"I want you," he said, pulling me close to him so that my forehead was against his.
"Have me," I said, my voice at a whisper. He kissed me and pulled me up off of the couch and into his bedroom. We stood there in the dark and he reached for me. His finger slipped through a belt loop in my jeans and he pulled me against him. His hand ran from my belt loop to my hip, to my waist, and finally to my back as he let out a low moan and kissed me. I kissed back, opening my mouth, my tongue encouraging him to move deeper, faster. He took the lead and I pulled at his shirt. He swiftly put his hands under my shirt and lifted it over my head.
His hands ran up and down my exposed skin, as I reached for his two-tone blue and gray baseball shirt. I lifted it over his head and tossed it, landing on the stand where his guitar stood.
"Baby.." he said, and bit his lip. My body was numb, but I didn't respond. His hands reached for mine and his fingers intertwined with mine. His lips looked for mine, and once they found them he slipped his tongue past them. He pulled back and bit his lip. His hair fell into his eyes as he looked down at me.
He sat down on the bed and turned me to face him. He reached for the zipper to my jeans and pulled it down. He tugged at the button hole and it popped open. He slowly pulled them down to reveal my hipster underwear, pink and purple striped.
"Sexy," he commented, and kissed my stomach. He rested his head against my abdomen and I ran my hands through his hair. His body reacted and his breathing became heavy. He turned his head and buried it in my chest, in between my breasts which were covered by a white lace bra. He ran his hands over it and looked up at me. I looked down and rested my hands on his shoulders. He kept his eyes focused on mine and his hands wrapped around me and to the hooks on the back of my bra. He unhooked it and it fell to the floor. He kept one hand on my hip and swiftly undid his belt. He pulled me down next to him on his bed, and kissed me.
He laid back and I laid next to him. I propped myself up on my elbow and leaned over him, my lips pressing against his over and over again. He pulled me on top of him and I straddled his legs. I reached for the button of his jeans and undid them. I shimmied them off and the fell to the ground. He was hard, the bulge impressive behind his boxer briefs. He pulled me off of him and leaned over me. Kisses, hugs, hands... everywhere.
He toyed with the band of my underwear and dipped his hand behind the fabric, against my skin. Another moan, another hungry kiss, and my hands ran up and down his back.
"I need you," his tone was so sexual and raw, and put his hand around the back of my neck. He grabbed my hair, pulling me close for another kiss, this one more serious, more intense. I held onto his arm and bit his lip gently. My hair covered my shoulders and he moved it back.
He pulled away and reached into his nightstand. He fumbled around and the sound of a wrapper in his hand came to my ears. Instantly my body reacted to the notion of sleeping with him. He turned back to me and kissed me, distracting my thoughts back to reality. This was going to happen, I was going to sleep with him. I shouldn't. It was wrong, but I wanted him so badly, and in the moment, that's all I knew.
He placed the wrapped square on the bed next to us and we rolled around, getting tangled in the sheets, kissing and grabbing each other like two kids who couldn't get enough of each other. The minutes passed and with each ticking by, the kisses grew more intense, the grabs more sexual, the moans a little louder, sweat beginning to form and the remaining articles of clothing met the floor.
I reached for the Trojan and handed it to him. He looked at me through his thick brown hair and raised his eyebrows. I kissed him and nodded towards his hand. He opened the wrapper and tossed it aside, putting on the condom. My eyes followed his movement and once it was on, he leaned over me and kissed me. His hand reached back for my thigh and held it as his eyes locked with mine and he entered me.
He filled me so perfectly, and moved in between my legs, in and out, in perfect synchronicity to the movements of my hips pushing up against his. Every time he entered me the waves hit us and our breathing became deeper, heavier. The weight of him on top of me was so hot, so perfect, I grabbed his back and my nails scratched him. He moaned loudly as my nails ran down his back and he entered me harder and more intensely. I grew louder with every thrust and his mouth covered mine as we climaxed: him first, me shortly after.
He laid down next to me and our bodies shook from the intensity of our orgasms. We tried to gain control of our breathing, and he reached for me, pulling me gently towards him, letting me rest my head on his chest. I took a deep breath and placed a hand on his chest.
"You're amazing," he said, his voice hoarse from the activities.
"That was perfect," I replied, speaking very quietly.
"Stay here tonight," he asked gently. I looked at him and nodded. My head rested back on his chest and I closed my eyes. For tonight, I could pretend he was mine. And for tonight, I was his.

It had been three weeks since I had seen him. I stopped calling a while ago, knowing that he should have his chance to be happy, even though in my heart I knew he couldn't be happy with anyone but me. The concept of not having him in my life ate away at my stomach and left me in a continuous state of nausea. I hated chasing him to talk to me - it was so degrading, but I couldn't help it. I called every free moment I had just to hear his voice on his answering machine, rarely leaving messages. The odd time I did leave a message it was a friendly one - oh, just wanted to see how you were, or, that I was hoping everything was well and to call me as soon as you get a free moment.
I never left the message I wanted to.
I never said what I was really thinking.
And that, of course, was that every idle moment I had he was on my mind. Even when I was focused, he would pop in and torment me. That I missed him. Painfully, but absolutely.
Where was that cool, detached controlled woman now? She was an absolute wreck. In ruins. Over a man. I shook my head as I turned the corner, not really going anywhere, just going. Taking more than my plate full at work, the times I had alone didn't pass fast enough. The temptation to see him was overwhelming. Being at a red light at the cross streets to where he lived sent my heart flying.
Let it go, let it go.
I can't. I'm trying. I promise I am.
But you're in me.
I looked at my phone, sitting in the cup holder, and I reached for it. My heart pounded and I knew I shouldn't call him. I dialed his number, and before it even had a chance to ring, I hung up. I took a deep sigh and sat back, waiting for the light to turn green.
Just call me, just call me. Please.
I could have left that on his answering machine. I could have left the truth.
Hey, it's me. Listen, I miss you. I know you're completely wrong for me, and this is so wrong, but it doesn't change the fact that I can't stop thinking about you. I need to see you. Please call me. I need to hear your voice. I know I said this was just a physical thing.... but I was wrong. It's more than that. We both know it. Just call.
But instead, I left nothing. No message, no real feelings, no nothing.
I was the coward. Then a surge of courage hit and I thought, maybe, just maybe I can go over there and get him to talk to me, face to face. Maybe THEN he'll get it. And then he'll tell me he cares about me too, and that yes, he's been thinking about me non-stop since the last time we saw each other and yes, he misses me.
Like I had so many times before, I shook my head to bring myself back to reality. If he wanted to see you, he would have called you, consequences be dammed.
Maybe he's waiting for me to make the move. In addition to the phone calls? Yes, maybe he wants the grand gesture.
Does he?
Or does he just want this to fade away into oblivion?
The questions plagued my mind, and before I realized it, I was on his street, coming up on his apartment.
Now or never.

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I know, right. You can continue to fucking love me.
New icon too, because no matter how fucking epic Rob is, Hayden will always own me.

Novel is done, posted about it at the IRL blog... exciting shit. I fucking editing the shit out of it right now, cry over the amount of ink my poor red sharpie pen is putting out.

Back to work bbs!

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got damn rpattz, you make me love you bb

Formula:

six foot one + bronze sex hair + sexy grey jacket + layered sweaters + RAYBANS = SMUGWARD

SMUGWARD > EVERYONE ELSE

//js.

Proof:

Apparently, Kellan CAN be hot!
There is hope for North Dakota, yet!

Sorry, you're still no Robward tho, bitch.

It's been forever since I've updated here.. I've gotten fairly comfortable with my new home at VOX. Its so ironic that as soon as I pay for 20 bucks to upgrade this thing, that I'd get an invite to VOX and love it.
So, life is fairly different now, moreso than it was a few weeks ago. My green cared came at records speeds, and I've been on 3 job interviews this week. I'm starting one of them (A temp office job) on Monday, and I might transfer into retail to work over the holidays. I don't think I posted this, but I'm 95% sure I'm done with writing being my primary source of income. There just isn't the market for it in Arizona, and I'm not entirely sure if I'm willing to move for it. It's not a challenge anymore. I'm looking at going back to school and doing Apparel Merchandising and being a buyer/merchandiser. I feel good about that, which is why I'm going to try and work retail for a bit.. to learn what I can about the backside of the industry.
But for now, I'm keeping my writing job, my project is about the get off the ground here soon, and I'm going to work this other job until I save up enough money to buy the following:

- Tuition
- A new purse
- A trip to CA for a week (and naturally, outfits for said trip)

Nick's birthday is on Thursday, too. He'll be 28. Wow, I can't believe we're about 3 months away from celebrating our 6th year of being married.. and next month, it'll be 7 years we're together.
And STILL... he's the most attractive, smartest, charming, sweet, loving man I've ever met.
I don't understand how people treat their spouses so disrespectfully. It pains me. I can't even imagine hating Nick, or being so mad I would actually call him a derogatory name. Now my in-laws, on the other hand.. I have no problem hating them ;)
Nothing is perfect, eh?

that I will use this LJ for a travel blog/photo blog. I chose the Paris Cityscape to kind of set the mood. I'll post Disney pictures here as soon as I figure out a way to get to them without PSP crashing.

I always love to try new things, and I've decided I'm going to spend some time living at VOX. I don't know how often I'll update this LJ anymore, but I just paied for it, so we'll see.
Regardless, I'm at
MISS CEE @ VOX.COM
Add me, read me there, yadda yadda.

Besides, y'all know I'm not such a hot mess anymore anyway ;)

I walked into Ross on a whim since I was in the area and came across a pair of Louboutin esque black patent heels peep-toe.. for $15.99!!!
Im DYING they are so gorgoeus!
SQUEE!

Excerpt from an article that ran in the Houston Chronicle, as well as the AZ Republic, on Paul&Joe for Target:

"Albou also has a high-end line that's sold in 30 flagship stores and in Paris, London and Tokyo.

Like previous GO collections - Tara Jarmon and Louetta Bartley - Albou's line for Target will only be in stores for 90 days."



Well, THANK GOD we have journalists who know what the hell they're talking about. God forbid a writer would do some damn research before writing a syndicated article. Is Luella really that hard?!
FFS!
It just makes me sick that morons like this get to write fashion articles.

I did the Jackie O thing today with my Paul&Joe cami, swim hair and Ralph Lauren sunglasses. Oh my, tres vintage. Now if I could just find a good effing red lipstick...

Nick came home last night with some disturbing news. Dennnis, the "Mill Avenue Food Critic" passed away on Saturday. He was such a funny guy.. weird, but funny. I remember the first time I met him, at the launch of one of Nick's stores in downtown Phoenix. He was taking pictures, for his magazine and we had a long chat about traveling, restaurants and life. He tried to get me to go out to dinner with him, after telling me how my little black dress "fit like a glove". He was eccentric, weird and different... but at the same time sweet, funny and interesting. He had lived a crazy life. A photo of me from that night ended up running as an ad in his magazine for months.

http://www.azcentral.com/news/articles/0808evcritic0808.html

Goodbye, Dennnis. You're going to be missed!

..I decided to bite the bullet and upgrade my LJ account.. so the ads are gone now (yay!) and I should be able to customize my layouts myself, amongst other things.
Should be fun!

1 - Cheese danishes. Hello, delicious!
2 - Fresh flowers with filler greens : Currently making my living room look extra home-y.
3 - September Teen Vogue. ~swoon!
4 - Organization in the office : making me focus
5 - The combination of grilling and swimming.. which I can do every day if I want to.

That's all.

(and that's only all because I want to post pictures in my next post, but Husband hasn't taken them off the camera yet).
Oh, and, this is the most spot on quiz.. EVER.