champagne & flashlights

today i'm listening to: st. vincent - cruel

also. 5 people. 1 guitar.

gotye's "somebody that i used to know"

.....genius begets genius.

welp. happy new year and stuff

it's almost silly to think this blog started a year ago

as a new years resolution...

click here for ---> my debut.

after thinking over my 2011

and my blogging of 2011

i think this and this are two of my favorite posts.

but mostly i think they just remind me

of how i started changing what my 2012 would look like.

oh 2011, you intermediary year...

but 2011, you were also a pretty rad year.

although, i hate to say it....

but

i think 2012 is going to make you its bitch.

(wahoo!)

onto new horizons!

and rainbows! LOTS OF RAINBOWS!

she was a soft place to fall.

told me to wear the world

like a loose garment.-ldr

so let's get carried away

and do things we'll

regret

in the morning

word.

watch this. vid:

(the difference between men and women.)

it got cold(ish) here...

but i can't complain because it's january.

(so i'm complaining on the inside)

it's the beginning of the end

aka

winter weather is working on one hell of a comeback

i would like to go here rightaboutnow.

yes. or here.

or where he resides is just fine too

"would you tell me please

which way i ought to go from here?"

"that depends a good deal on where you want to get to,"

said that cat.

"i don't care much where-" said alice.

"then it doesn't matter which way you go," said the cat.

"-so long as i get somewhere," alice added as an explanation.

"oh, you're sure to do that,"

said the cat.

"if you only walk long enough."

-alice's adventures in wonderland, lewis carroll

champagne and flashlights

always help me find the prettiest things in the dark

and i can't

and i won't

but i might...

ooooh i'm not a baby no more

-sleeper agent

okay bye.

until next time,

i'll be singing too loud

standing too close

and wearing too much perfume.

"i don't care what you think about me,

i don't think about you at all." - coco chanel

xoxo. -jess

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