sometimes i just want to scream Convention. maybe she was right after all. *** the little things surprise me, like how extremely girly i become when stuck in a car with a bug.  doubt the friend was very impressed with the whimpering wuss sitting beside him, feet up, rumpled tissues in hand and a plan-to-squish […]

it’s been a marathon day at work with incompetence levels at an all time high. but it’s hard to stay frazzled when: 1)  you have cartel and the fold turned up loud while your sister parades her retail purchases of the day (and incidently, looks super good).  skinny chica. bah. 2)  you re-read encouraging smses from […]

waking up this morning felt like a world away. four thousand miles and i miss sp23 roadtrips/twenty six kilometer expeditions/ipod lights and mobile phone saviours/wine with friends/turqoise oceans/rockstar photo shoots/pentanbebofidicent company/exhibition room smells/woodfired, winery pizza/marc jacobs/hell’s kitchen lunches/funky galleries/saw games/creaky floorboards/latenight city walks/dfo shopping/green tea frappe chatters/you.

                         i’m on my way, to a coast where i know the roads like the back of my hand. familiar landscapes.        -newfoundglory- road trip two thousand seven.

being so much in the familiar makes me want to crawl under the sheets and never have to leave.