miz baby jane

But then again, I can’t stop myself from having this goofy smile plastered on my face. This is the happiest and most relaxed I’ve been in a while; last night will be running through my head all day long guaranteed.

And there’s that one guy who won’t shut up about his career and work. Kill. Me.

Me: Honey, at the end of the day he has a 7 yr old and I have I live in bf. There ain’t any rill romance in this sitch. At best, I end up with a 37 yr old sugar daddy
D: You kidding? I’d murder for a 37 year old sugar daddy

dreaminparis:

Paz de la Huerta by Eric Guillemain Dec 2011.

So looking forward to this Wednesday. The Blue Line’s $5 martini night is one of my favorite happy hours in the city.

Just noticed this cool sign in my office. Bat Safety, bitches. That’s right.

Just made a deal with myself that these incredible fuck-me boots from Marc Jacobs will be mine if I make it through today without shooting myself. Because, good lord, the Barneys shoe sale is making me throw all monetary caution to the wind.

So pj’s, delivery Tv dinners from Reggies Rock House, and a best of ‘11 movie marathon it is then.

New Miike Snow. Delicious.