dreaming
i just watched the movie the dreamers. and it seems to me that everything in life should be soft and sexy and artsy and dirty and beautiful, just like the movie. eva green is intriguing-- she's like all most beautiful women of the world: breathtaking, mind-boggling, and weird-looking all at the same time. all three of them are like that, i could suppose. theo less so than the other two, but that perhaps makes theo the hottest for me. its funny how the hottest men, or the ones that everybody thinks are the sexiest, are the flawed ones; the unperfect ones; while the hottest women are pristine examples of human ideal. watching that movie makes me feel sexy, makes me feel languid and gorgeous. i wasted a lot of money on becoming beautiful today, and i'm wasting more tomorrow. i felt vain and silly all day afterwards, but it also seems like what the hell. it's nice to feel pretty once and a while. i bought perfume today too, stell by stella mccartney, which i have been wanting for a long time. it's a gorgeous scent. soft and spicy all at the same time, in beautiful packaging. mike cuddled with me a little tonight, and while he snored i touched his hand, his arm, and the incredible feeling that is touch, that is touching skin on skin even in a place as innocent as the hand or arm is incredible. that's what i'm missing, SKIN. that's my favorite. martin, greg, and eddie all had--have--incredible skin, soft and smooth and scented and oh. i am too turned on for words right now.