ripe for the pickin'

today i'm listening to: tune-yards - bizness

i say, get up, stand, up, get up, stand up, get on it

yessir, i am no longer who you thought this one would be

and this is pretty darn cute

from miss zooey and joseph gordon-levitt.

damn them. i love this. (and i love JGL).

hi.

hello.

howareya.

signing in
from [non]leisureville, USA.

(aka nyc)

and it is divine.

though it wasn't much of a vaycay-

holidaying in kc was pretty splendid.

chumming with the related.

swinging in the old stomping ground.

and shaking the parade.

"baby, let's go get a plane and do some
sky-writin'!"

come to think of it...
i would really enjoy writing crazy random shit in the sky.
perhaps for my next birthday we should confuse new york
all at once.

in the meantime

today is new years eve. this year's holiday is censored though.

(hiccups not included)

because i'm a working girl.

i'd rather plan on being fabulous.

and making out

real inappropriate-like.

preferably publicly.

and of course
some wining and dining via candlelight.

and some set-the-world-on-fire.

i'm not too bereaved that i can't party like it's 1999 tonight though

... because

reid will be here in t-minus-six-days.

and in that case,

every night next weekend can be new years eve.

because we will do all. those. things. anyway.

oh- and we'll dance like only fools can dance.

parade-shaking wisdom of the day:
if you don't have a gentleman-friend yet,
you should probably pick one with guitar skills.
so swoon-worthy.

(swoon)

2012 is going to be BADASS.

(and don't let anyone tell you ANY differently)

(because I ASSURE you).

i really need a giant duck.
(pelican? swan?)
JUST. LIKE. THIS. ONE.

so ready for next year.

[almost too ready.]

i can almost taste it.

2012:

finger-licking

heel-clicking

ass-kicking

ripe for the picking.

hold it right there!

so much work to do and moves to make in en-why-see.

but until then,

i'll be dreaming of

wearing bikinis & drinking martinis

(extra dirty please!)

para-para-paradise.

every time she closed her eyes...

well she's walking through the clouds,

with a circus mind that's running round.

butterflies and zebras and fairy tales,

that's all she ever thinks about.

riding with the wind.

when i'm sad

she comes to me with a thousand smiles.

- little wing

xoxo. - jessica

fresh to death

today i'm listening to: lana del rey - video games

lana del rey - new obsession.

for sheez.

art direction perfection

fresh. to. death.

rick genest.
another minor/new obsession.

spitting the truth

the

opposite

of

shallow

is

emotionally

magnificent.

shout and sproutin' out.

(goose steppin' over incense.)

happy holidays

i'm KC bound!

kansas city, kansas city here i come

uh-huh

they got some pretty little boys there and..

i'm gonna find me one

uh-huh

fantastic.

but i hope i don't scare the locals....

'tis the season...

join me for an [un]silent night

let's walk
down empty aisles
and learn their secrets.

hello world!

hello new york.

hello night sky.

the new year is upon us

i've {almost} been blogging for a whole year!

i had some resolutions last year

i have some new ones this year.

but why wait for the new year?

there will be projects-a-plenty!

i run with the moon

rien d'impossible

reach out

and touch me.

i'm getting wheels in motion

for big things.

and big moves.

(moving wheels bring all the best things)

she's got everything she needs, she's an artist.

she don't look back. she could take the dark out of

nighttime and paint the daytime black." - bob dylan

xoxo. - jess