louisiana

More one piece lace number affair for those of you who left me such kind comments before the weekend







Hail Lyssa, the past few days have been totally trying. I smell like breast milk and sweat, (because it is Monday). Three shoots though, so that's a plus. Our wheel nearly fell off on the way back from my shoot in Manhattan yesterday and that just served to aggravate a whole mess of emotional trepidations for me and Ev. The rotation men forgot to replace the bolts, it seems. The combination of our cumulative work strifes and our own dances with sweet miss madness make us fight. And that makes it hard to sleep. And that makes us cranky. And that makes us sick. But I'm going away for a week on Saturday and I think the distance will make our hearts grow fonder. The mutual madness sometimes makes our hearts grow fonder after we cool off, because we realize how fragile we both are from the trauma of fighting. I hope it's that way tonight and we can be pleasant and easy and gentle and intimate.

I'm so out of it. I like it when I;m happy.


Tomorrow's gunna be a good day I think, so us all