I'm lusting over this Rachel Roy trench. And, how unfortunate of a name, Rachel Roy. It's one letter away from that cow whore Rachel Ray.
Buy it for me. Please? It's on Gilt Groupe. Let me know if you need/like an invite!
798.00 Dollar Drool
Brown Shoes Don't Make It, Quit School, Why Fake It
"say a word for polly may
she can’t tell the night from the day
they threw her out in the street
but just like a cat she landed on her feet
and say a word for joanna love
she ain’t got nothing at all
’cos everyday she falls in love
and every night she falls when she does"
Bike Bite!
I took the wheels off in order get them trued and, apparently, Peppermint Patty wasn't too pleased and decided to bite the shit out my leg. What a bitch.
Steven colored my hair a gorgeous brandished coppery red today. I love it so. Thank you.
Climb On!
I love a long day at work topped off with a summery evening of climbing. Adam and I went up Big Cottonwood and did a lazy 3 pitch. The most amazing thing is to watch the swallows come out at dusk and zip and zag right by you and then sneak into the tiniest of cracks in the wall.
Don't Fuck with Lagoon
Lagoon is America's last freedom frontier. Not only is it an amusement/water park, it's a BYOB establishment. Right in the heart of Utah! Mormon Utah! Yes, friends, you can bring your own booze into the amusement park and walk right up to a ride with a frosty bevy in tow. How is this possible? you ask...I have not the answer, but only the result: Awesome times.
So, the best part about the photo above, other than the obvious radicalness that is everyone in the photo, is that I said I wanted to be an outlaw babe. The girl handed me something that resembled a brown chef's coat. I looked at it and said, "Yeah, this isn't going to cut it. Do you have anything more scandalous?" The assistant replied, "We have a vest." I said, "OK." Girl brings out the vest. Still, it's just like the brown monstrosity that was brought out first, minus the arms. I see a girl from the shoot before us take off a magenta corset. I say, "Hey! yes, let me have that!" The corset, believe it or not, was the exact same color as my swimming suit. So, naturally, I decide that wearing chaps sans pants is the best way to invoke scandal. And, thus, my outfit was born. Outlaws don't wear pants, they wear the chaps of a man they just killed.
Also, Heather came equipped with some of her own props and stole a bullet. Roth walked away with a sample key chain photo of two fat kids dressed as outlaws. Priceless.
Summer What a Wonderful Summer
i'm in lust all over your summer skin
shed around me like a snake shake your face that sin inspired grin
wince at the light that wakes us from behind the blinds
the piece of glass pivots, catches us off guard as it hits our eyes
bodies and brine, a modern day mummification
wrap ourselves in each others shedded skins
purification from the depths
steal the rubies and emeralds to fashion our beating hearts, gleaming eyes
gold and rust, the markings of elegance and age
i hope we grow old under a grove
because we both know.
nothing was your own except the few cubic centimetres inside your skull.
Pete, who sits at the desk across from mine, caught a snapshot of me mid yawn. Then text messaged it to me. I felt so violated, the victim of a privacy crime. Then again, privacy doesn't exist. We know this.
June 16th: Seems Pretty Good to Me, the Tenets of a Day
Back to work today.
Tumbleweed Connection, the 1970 Elton John album, is highly underrated.
Chimay is a saint.
Fletcher makes squeaky sex bed noises.
All wet - Hey you might need a raincoat - Shakedown - Dreams walking in broad daylight.
And everyone should read this.
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