ripe for the pickin'

today i'm listening to: nightcall- kavinsky & lovefoxxx

(from the drive soundtrack)

and this PRETTY DARN CUTE song
from miss zooey and joseph gordon-levitt.
damn them. i love this.

hi.
hello.
howareya.

signing in
from leisureville, USA.

(aka palm desert)

 and it is divine.

b & me

been here since christmas day.

soaking up the rays.

strummin' his guitar.

and shaking the parade.

oh- and dancing like only fools can dance.

parade-shaking wisdom of the day:
if you don't have a boyfriend yet,
you should probably pick one with guitar skills.
so swoon-worthy.

(swoon)

another treat:

(i've been doing something

i've never done before):

laying in the sunshine

listening to the drive soundtrack
and watching the pool water move
ever
so
slightly.

pretty dope. way. to. spend. the. day.

favorite vakay quote thus far?


"baby, let's go get a plane and do some
sky-writin'!"


(he's the bestest).

come to think of it...
i would really enjoy writing crazy random shit in the sky.
perhaps for my next birthday we should confuse los angeles
all at once.

we had to pack all the christmas loot in the back of my car. from both christmas-es.

kinda like that. yeah.

got me some-a-these
from santa.
had to get some flight on the walls :)

we head back to el-lay on monday.

but

in the meantime

new years eve is tomorrow. b&me's three year anniverse. (hiccups not included)

i plan on being fabulous.

and making out

real inappropriate-like.

preferably publicly.

and of course
some wine and dine and candlelight.

and some set-the-world-on-fire.

2012 is going to be BADASS.

(and don't let anyone tell you ANY differently)

(because I ASSURE you).

i really need a giant duck.
(pelican? swan?)
JUST. LIKE. THIS. ONE.

so ready for next year.

[almost too ready.]

i can almost taste it.

2012:

finger-licking

heel-clicking

ass-kicking

ripe for the picking.

hold it right there!

so much work to do and words to write

when i'm back in LA.

i feel like a human word processor.

but until then,

i'll be

wearing bikinis & drinking martinis

(extra dirty extra olives please!)

well she's walking through the clouds,

with a circus mind that's running round. 

butterflies and zebras and fairy tales,

that's all she ever thinks about.

riding with the wind.

when i'm sad

she comes to me with a thousand smiles.

- little wing

xoxo. - tory