More Europe photos on my flickr ... Also, I've got a one-way ticket to France on Sept. 23rd, YIKES

I finally saw Top Gun.

My boyfriend, the proud hater of brand names, has been outfitted in a sweet pair of Dolce and Gabbana eyeglasses for his birthday courtesy of myself and his best friend.

I've been doing quite a bit of nothing. Summer vacation, I love you. I've become somewhat of a domestic housewife upon my re-entry into America, baking cakes and cleaning and doing laundry. We made risotto a few nights ago, and very soon I shall make my famous strawberry pie. This week I have also eaten about a hundred otter pops, won a game of ( Read more... )

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I was awoken this morning at dawn by the peacocks. Good god.

Bloody fucking hell. How is that for my British? I am in the middle of nowhere in the middle of a fucking hotel bar, which is the only place with internet, with a strobe light and red lights and yellow lights and very tan British people flirting with each other all fancy-like. And there is this DJ singing Roy Orbison and butchering Pretty Woman and ( Read more... )

Today is my birthday and I am in a farming village.