Monthly Archives: February 2012 ♥ jesse somera

Jesse Somera (Vision LA)

He was a dream to shoot, seriously awesome model and a total sweetheart.

MUA/Hair – Marla Verdugo

Wardrobe – J Starr & Emory Rose

closet case ♥ wicked wildflower

LONG SILVER NECKLACE – Handmade by me with charms & my dog’s old tag

buy this ♥ henry holland for le specs

HENRY HOLLAND FOR LE SPECS – Muffin Top Black Smoke Glasses

Buy here. ♥ candice neill

Candice Neill (Nous Mdls)

MUA/Hair – Marla Verdugo
Wardrobe: Emory Rose & Franky V.

closet case ♥ serge’s shirt

The other night my friend Marla took a few pics of us all and this was one of the results. I had no idea what to wear with this skirt for the longest time…then I peeped Serge’s awesome faded…perfect t-shirt…that I SO should have gotten for myself instead of having him buy. Whatever. He might be missing it when he packs his ish to leave. 😉

T SHIRT – Harley Davidson (Stolen from one of my besties)
SKIRT – Urban Outfitters
THIGH HIGHS – House Of Holland
BOOTS – Aldo

bedtime was 3hrs ago

I need to pee super bad…

But instead I open up my WordPress app because…


::stares at screen::

I’m hoping there’s some miraculous cure for sleep on this little ol screen. Idk…but I feel like my left ear is dying for a q-tip. I can just imagine the gratifying feeling of rotating that little mini swab of wonder already…mmm better than sex.

Ok, that’s a lie. But it comes close.

Dammit I need to sleep.

I’m so flipping restless. I really really need to get up early. I have SO much more work to finish in the morning, then I’m going thrifting with a few friends…and if I don’t finish…I’m just going to feel guilty about being out and about on a “get back into the swing of things” mon.

Uggggh….why will I not get up and tinkle already.

Yeah I say “tinkle.” what of it?

I think my restlessness is coming from excitement. There are so many things in the works for 2012 I can barely wrap my head around it all.

2012 is getting better by the day. That sounded really cheesy didn’t it?

One of these days my phone’s going to actually answer one of questions to myself. You guys could answer ya know…make me fell (somewhat) less crazy. :O

Speaking of you guys…thank you bunches for the bevy of new followers/subscribers. I always wonder who could possibly be entertained by my randomness…then lo and behold that little like button lets me know you care. 😉 and those of you who have gone out of your way to subscribe…

::kisses and cupcakes::

I can’t promise I’ll always have my head on straight…but I can promise it’ll be entertaining. Come to think of it…you all prefer me a little off my rocker don’t you? xo

what if…

My friend and I are partially tipsy…partially awake so we crawl into my barely warm (we’re totally bitching about the temperature…don’tcha just love my run on sentences) bed just now…

Or 5-10 min from now depending on when I finish writing this. A sensitive topic comes up then I’m thrown one of those, awful, world famous “what if” questions. It was so weird because both my answers/options ended with very less than satisfying results. Imaginary results mind you…but lack luster, non “fluffy,” nonetheless.

I guess the point of this…really…is why does the imaginary have to always lean towards “fantasy?” Fantasy in the damsel dragon sort of way.

Why can’t our imagination be filled with just as much of the cold…not so hard…truth? I’m ok with the truth.

Cuz I damn sure am over fantasies. Especially when reality is so fucking V A S T. I mean seriously…why even bother what iffing over anything when you can take a great big whiff of what, actually, is.

Open your eyes.

Fuck tomorrow.

I’m getting high off today.