I miss the rain.
Sydonie
Month: August 2011
After spending two months in a rainforest climate, I am not used to the heat at all. This brief experience of “summer” would be so much better if it involved a room full of fans. And topless women.
Packing. Or something vaguely resembling it.
She sells seashells by the seashore.
Oh, God. You have no idea. The whole break-in gone wrong thing just really gets me.
And she doesn’t know who He is.
Sometimes, he’s just going to have her lie there with her mouth open, waiting for when he is finished. He’ll do all the work himself and she’ll just have to taste it. It’s not the preferred arrangement, but sometimes she needs to be reminded that it’s not all about her.
I would just like to share that I was bright enough today to wear my shoulder-bag all day when taking a long, nearly twelve mile, walk in the sun. The result is the most awkward tan/burn-line on the face of the Earth.
Let me put some aloe on you…
This look gets me a lot of places.
Not all of them are necessarily good.
something about her expression totally appeals to my ‘younger submissives’ thing.
god.
I can’t smile in pictures. It’s like an affliction. I think it all boils down to the fact that posing for a photograph feels so unnatural to me. You have to break up the action. You have to stop what you’re doing to prove to some mirrors and film that you’re having a lovely time. I don’t want to put a hold on what I’m doing. I just want life to go on, uncaptured and uninterrupted.
That being said, don’t get me started on my problems with the whole notion of going to a department store to take a family photo on a white background. You’ll have me griping for hours.
Legs Malone, photographed by Don Spiro.
After all those years of tormenting poor Charlie Brown and the rest of the neighborhood kids, Lucy’s finally getting her just deserts.
“Honk honk hum honk honk.”
“But I promise I won’t be mean anymore.”
“Honk honk honk honk.”
(I hope someone catches the references so you all don’t think I’m nuts.)