Listening to The Other Woman and looking at “old” pictures while realizing that most of them
are still on a laptop somewhere in Mexico City. Good Times. Wish I could share more.
But then again, I’m an Island girl now,
and I have my beautiful designer friend over...
Whether it be morning or night or the twilight in Paris she would never leave the poolside, she might skinny-dip but that might be just what she needed to wipe away his smell and
the taste of his lips
another weekend has been survived. this time it was the Sliema art festival. tomorrow I'm back to cycling, ginger tea, and kale cleanse. peace out!