tall and tan and young and LOVELY

The other day I saw a job posting for a tattoo artist in Bastia....

BASTIA, Corsica! The little town my BFF Jules lives in.

It got me thinking. About him, and travel, and all of the plans I had when I was 16. All the adventures we dreamt of.
How cool would it be to pack up and move my life to France! The fucking FRENCH RIVIERA. If only I know how to tattoo!
It's clear I miss my partner in crime. With Liz, my other, equally awesome partner in crime, off studying in Chicago, I have started to feel incomplete. Somewhat.

I can't even count how many times Jules and I drunkenly promised to each other that NO MATTER WHAT we wouldn't let anyone or anything get in the way of our dreams/goals.

So-Someday SOON I shall go:





a little in flight mood music. I know this is Brazilian. Shush it and have a cocktail...

cameo.

there aren't enough words (or perhaps it isn't the English language that fails me, but rather my vocabulary) to describe what this here young lady means to me.

Get at her blog and check out what she has to say.

Nice girls don't wear Cha-Cha heels!

No doubt I will be joining you in Chicago in no time. Only WE would show up to a gangster party decked out in full on chola mockary (or perhaps it was an homage?) gear. LOL