Tangerine-tinted-haired-spirit guide, and her dapper old chap; Tom

Or Joe. Maybe his name was Joe. And it started with a "B". Oh so should I start farther back... okay indeedy I will.

Guided meditation. Take it or leave it, if you will, it might actually not be for you. But for me, yes it is.
I was walking past the typical fuckin hippie-esque meadow out to this huge beautiful tree.

I sat beneath it, planting myself and all my energy as deep as it's roots. I called for my Spirit Guide.

She came, as she does, silent and whimsical. Darkly tanned and dirt-streaked. Her lips are always a bit chapped. Puffy. Desirable. I'm not gonna mince words- my spirit guide..... is really hot lol. This time, she had a young man, a Victorian-moustachio'd man, in his fine apparel, his skin even looked Daggeurotype. In some ways. She had him by the hand. She either glances down or burns into you with piercing emerald eyes. Well the iris's blend from the colour of depression-era jadeite to the rolling hills of Darjeeling.

I fancy Victorian Spirit Guides with fine moustaches

They told me without speaking that they had a gift for me. I couldn't understand all what was going on. I have it reduced to this: In a past life, I was either him, her, or both, at different times. I don't know why she is dressed like an Apache, and yet has the hair of Milla Jovovich from The Fifth Element. Not very congruent time periods, or so I am led to believe. In the spirit world, they are lovers. They gave me a sapling of a tree, told me the one I was sitting against was to show me that I had planted one in years past. It was now big and providing shelter and shade.

We planted it, he told me through his mind what his name was. Tom Brendan. Brandon. Brachton. Something. And I heard Joseph. So maybe a middle name. They were really cute together in some sideshow-at-Coney-Island-circa-1912 kinda way.

Charlotte Free=My spirit guide's face

When I planted the sapling, I was told that love needs much work and tending to, to grow. You can't sit back and expect it to do everything for you. And that I will need to consider it near-sacred, trust in Him, but also sow love and relationships like a garden, never feeling cheated or let down if I didn't tend to it and it died on me.

So I will take this knowledge with me. Thanks uber sexy spirit Guides. You rock my jar of molasses with a big ol' soup spoon.










In other news: I have a boy that would make creme brulee cry out of pure jealousy of his sweetness, and a face any boy would want to resemble. And a heart that not just a mere Tin-Man would covet. Just, FYI.


Here are my random pics of the day

trashy mctrasherson. I love trashy lookin girls. I do. I do. Especially in 90s floral print body suits. Meow.

Yes, do curtsy in your amazing, heightened ensemble

One of the prettiest faces I have ever come across. I am amazed at this face. I marvel. *Marvels*

Picture I took at Catholic Church downtown Tulsa. Beautiful.

Pop Quiz; What is wrong with this picture? A: If you said nothing, you are correct!

Moving .Gifs. I collect 'em. I will never run out. I assure you.

I need this framed on my wall. I really do.

First off,

I want me some of those. Those are amazing. I love things like that. Just a random video I am in love with.

I went and saw Jane's Addiction at the Hard Rock Casino in Catoosa, outside of Tulsa OK. It was AMAZING, let me say that again; AMAZING and I fell even farther in love with Perry- who held my hand a few times while I was leaning on the stage, blew me a kiss...... touched my face...he's a little bit of a flirt, as Chupa once warned me he was. Dave Navarro- sorry dude, but is kind of a douche nozzle.
I mean, he gave me a few high fives and listened as I drunkenly-slurred at him that "Seattle loves him" but to other people, he wasn' the friendliest.

Here are my fave pics that I took that night:

Great great time. I wouldn't mind goin to see them again in Dallas, TX. They opened with "Ocean Size" and that was my favorite. Perry has aged like fuckin wine (which he was drinkin onstage that night) and they sounded better than I could have even imagined.

Speaking of Dallas....





My daughters are on spring break right now, we're headed to Dallas, TX tomorrow for some shopping.
I am on the HUNT for these:

Om nom nom nom I wanna eat em all up.

Hopefully somewhere in the Dallas area I will be able to buy some and not from frickin' Journeys. I don't know why or what about it...but I can NOT stand that store.

Hmmm what else is new.... oh! I have a new friend! He is super super super awesome and him and I will send pages at a time conversations about music, movies, family, just...whatever.

We SPAN time. We're friends, SPANNING time. Buffalo '66? Anyone? No?

I am just really glad to have met someone I can really talk to here in the stoopid mid-west. No offense meant, but if it did sorry. I am not gonna rephrase that.

Moving on...... I found some amazing pics of Charlotte Free, little love of my fashion life.

She just gives off such a vibe of the whole fuckyou(th) tribe and is so effortlessly visually appealing. So I guess I better come out here and officially ask; Charlotte, if you ever come across this page.... wanna go out for some coffee? Dinner? I love you. What... I didn't say that aloud.





I just love her. I stare a little too-longingly at her when I am making Polyvore sets. Which I will post more of soon.

I am off for now. Gotta pack for Dallas.