The sunrises are getting more and more beautiful over Lake Michigan; spring has sprung in Chicago. Flowers are in blossom, tree branches are sprouting little blossoms of green, and the air smells fresh and new. And today, I got to take advantage of it.

Ben and I woke up around 11:00 this morning, and headed out to Lincoln Park, our old neighborhood ( Read more... )

Girls who want boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys

( Boys who do boys like they're boys. )

Maybe it's time I update this thing? You be the judge. Do you miss me?

Does it burn?


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A quick update - I close on the condo at Michigan & Randolph on the 15th of February.

That's hott.

In the year 2005 I resolve to:

Become Paris Hilton.

Get your resolution here

That's hott!

Ben's in bed sleeping, and I can't stop looking over at him. I think I love him the most when he least realizes it. Moments like this for instance... when he's so cute curled up in our big white down comforter - he looks like an angel. It's cuddle time; only an idiot would continue sitting here playing journalist while a precious piece of heaven ( Read more... )

As the new year comes closer, I'm left to reflect on the things I've accomplished over the past year. It's been eventful, no doubt. I graduated with my first college degree in May, embarked on a new career with my move to Chicago in July, fell in love with Ben, and started my second college degree at Columbia College. I also celebrated my 23rd ( Read more... )

In true big city fashion, I'm buying a condo. I've learned that in large metropolitan cities, it's all the craze. Last weekend, I jumped on the bandwagon and Ben and I ventured out to look at a unit I'd recently been informed about. I'm actually acquiring the condo from a guy that someone who works for me knows, so I'm getting an amazing deal on it ( Read more... )

I'm rarely one to brag about a fabulous fashion find (herein referred to as an 'fff') - however, today I feel deeply inclined to flaunt the newest addition to my wardrobe.

As everyone knows, I'm a sales manager at Marshall Field's on State St, in Chicago, and I have a disgusting addiction to the men's designer department. My fetish is particularly ( Read more... )