right now. i'm completely aware of my surroundings. the challenge is to be disinterested (in the most serene sense of the word). so while i'm hushing the mind, the body speaks. and my body seriously has been calling the shots. doc says it's attributed to a t-word. writing/saying it sounds so cliché, war-related. but i guess that's what i've been through. anyway, i'm calling it a very strong jolt to my being.
perfect timing, venus is in retrograde. but i have to admit it would be fun to get caught up in some sort of mature male distraction. a mr. big, if you will (that's all day). instead i hit up exhale, & lisa gave me some deep tissue goodness that's only starting to kick in right now actually.
and no liqs. i'd like to think that concretely fulfills the love planet's hiatus. saved me from getting into too much trouble in vegas. speaking of which, my type of guy does not hang out there. it was just a bit too button-down (many with non-sensical screen-printed "tattoo" designs on them), gel'd, clean-shaven, and alcoholic for my tastes. i ♥ rough & travel. with a lot creative. chill.
and so begins march. hazy. intuitive. funky.
after 40 pages of instructions.
mia & pot.
mia & francis at millie's baby shower.
pre-exhale.
bur-las.
venetian solo before the festivities.
ça commence...
legs & pole.
the bachelorette.
this bamboo doorknocker kept following us.
g for real.
safer sex kits.
not sure of the logic behind this game...
the hearts are made of velcro. it's like catch the penis?
marilyn, che, & michelle.
maxine.
april, tricia, & kara.
lilia & tricia.
vegas.
i like her handbag.
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