2011: the year Jessica gets a rabbit or No. 18.

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Today's post has a decidedly prurient feel. It's no accident. Those of you that know me well totally get it.



Okay so, I am totally in love with Rihanna. Her body is out of control. How am I just realizing this?

Also, I am totally in love with this editorial. This is beautiful and unusual and probably one of my top 3 favorite editorials from 2010 along with Sasha Pivovarova in Vogue Paris November and Yulia Kharlapanova in Vogue Türkiye November.

Give it to me, baby, like boom boom boom.

This is my guilty pleasure this week:



It's really pretty clever. Especially Rihanna and Fugazi. So good.

I'm using a new file hosting website because I filled up my photobucket account. And mediafire doesn't censor my images, so you guys may find a greater need to self-censor. Heads up! Reading my blog at work may be inappropriate.

Love,
j

Perpetually

dreaming of summer. It's like my Ixtlan. It occurred to me today that I spend so much of my time waiting, biding my time waiting for this or that next big thing to happen, waiting to really live. I feel like everything is so uncertain, and I don't want to make any big decisions until I have all the facts, but fact gathering is interminable. So what's enough? I spend all of this time waiting to feel like I know enough to make the right decision, but it's never enough, so I'm always waiting. I'm feeling really unsettled about this today; tomorrow, I'll be fine.