Guilty Pleasures.

Minus the guilt.

Boys with tattoos and asymmetrical hair singing euro party dance hits.



Milk, milk, lemonade. I mean, just lemonade. Sure, it has tons of sugar and definitely not GI-friendly, but Christ, I'm all about it right now. Last night was a very sweet and lovely walk to Mario's on Taylor for a bit of a late-night frozen lemonade snack (the blue raspberry was a bit sweet--I like my lemonade really tart). This afternoon, brunch at Vella involved a tall glass of cherry lemonade. I'm sort of inspired to concoct my own recipe for a pink/strawberry-flavored one, probably with Splenda instead of sugar. And I love filling a glass with crushed ice and topping it off with light lemonade from a mix. Then I sit on my front porch on humid evenings and watch the Mexican toddlers on my block play in the street. Cuidado!


Wearing handkerchiefs and silk scarves tied around my neck like a gangster cowboy, or ala Urban Outfitters. Yeah, I jumped on the douche-y bandwagon and am driving that thing to town. Love it.


Grandma Coral lip color. These are a part of Smashbox's Desert Chic collection. The very top color is a hot tube of super sheer coral goodness, even though it looks red in the picture. I've always been afraid of wearing coral, but I tried it on the other day at work and got tons of compliments. It's a bit shimmery, but not frosted, and therefore not entirely grandma-esque.

I want to be naked all the fuckin time. Heat waves are only sexy in theory. The apartment doesn't have air conditioning, and I'm too poor at this point to want to spend the money on the actual unit (heh...unit.) and then the subsequent energy bills. I've been wearing lots of pretty, airy dresses because nothing is more agonizing than wearing jeans in this weather. Today's relative coolness has been a welcomed change. I wanted to organize a skinny dipping outing last summer, which never happened. It definitely will this summer, though.


Spending the hours awake at night in hot, sweaty agony has had only one positive outcome: I pass the time playing Rune Factory. Little Elliot is up to level 72! Also, four of the nine village girls have ten hearts for him, the sluts.

That's all!

P.S.
These are decadent and gorgeous!