Do I go with my urges? Should I make the first move? Will it be the right move ( Read more... )

Fuck. She cut my hair too short.I showed her a photo of Jean Serberg and yes, I did get the short fringe, but my sideburns!!! I loove my old sideburns...the slightly curly, wispy sideburns. Now it's just straight...and short. Dammit. I look like a fucking butch.

Yes, Chloe, as in Chloe the fashion label, is pronounced as Kloh-ey and not Kloh-ee.
Hah, and to think that it used to be one of my favourite labels.

This is what I call life. Impromptu dates and meet-ups. Cruising for food. Late night chats. Enjoying the simple bliss of the silent, cool, chilly weather with a someone.
I'm loving my life right now.

I like the way it is right now-free to see other people without guilt. No commitment, no pain, no tears. That's the way it should be.

I guess I was just shooting my mouth when I say I'm ready for love. Heh.

I did not know that drinking before saying cheers is considered impolite ( Read more... )

It was flattering in the beginning, to discover that The Sartorialist, whose blog I frequent everyday,without fail, dropped a comment (and and email) on my blog. Then the comment became two comments, which got me more excited...and then more. You'd expect me to be over the moon by now, but funnily, I am not. In fact, I'm unnerved by the knowledge ( Read more... )

Many things have happened and are happening. Some are good (excellent, in fact), while others, though I don't wish for a repeat, am thankful that they happened ( Read more... )