Just found this great french site. (And whenever I go to the site, I’m always thinking of the band Mott The Hoople, but in this case, Mott the Kooples! heh) I really love how simple the clothes are…very clean, but current. My favorite is the parka. Olive green has always looked the best on me… its already on my wishlist.
From what I have read, it looks like they may be opening up their store to the US sometime soon too!
Yay!

source: thekooples.com
via: forme-foryou.com & refinery29shops.com

source: flickr.com/photos/smorgasbord

Today:
I’ve written a lot…
for work…
and for myself.
But I still feel like faking it through the rest of the day.

Weather:
Its colder today.
Back to being normal winter temperatures and slightly overcast.
I now feel like crawling up inside myself.

Tomorrow:
Im mentally escaping.

My latest dream:
It wasn’t surreal, which I dislike. I prefer my more mystical dreams.
Everyone who was in my dream I didn’t know. It looked and felt like I was in the 50’s. I was in the countryside, walking along a dirt road. I found this old shack-like diner-store. The white paint on the outside was peeling from the old paneled wood. All the cars parked in the small dirt parking lot were much older too. There were sections of rust, all of them I noticed they had their tires turned in the same direction while parked.
I walked toward the diner/ store an old fashioned coke sign hung above the doors. I went in and it seemed as if there were no lights… only the natural light that managed to fall in through the sparse windows. I looked up and there was a balcony surrounding the whole place. There were men in old plaid shirts, leaning on the rail, looking down at me. The bar was filled with older people too… in worker-like clothes. They were all eating breakfast and didnt notice me. I dont know why but I took the stairs and wanted to go up to the balcony. It was not a wide balcony ledge. IIt was difficult to squeeze by the people up there. I didnt know where I was going…but I kept moving.
Next thing I knew I was walking with a man, outside near a wooded area. We were walking toward a car that looked like it had been sitting near the woods in a weeded-high grass area. I didnt know him, but I knew I liked him. I trusted him. He looked at me as if he cared. He was very gentle and I felt attracted to him just for that reason. He opened a door to a tan rusted car for me. I noticed as I got in, It wasnt an automatic and that worried me. He closed the door for me, then stood nearby with his hands in his pockets. He just watched me. Even though I know im terrible at driving manual cars, I seemed to be able to shift into the gears just fine without any problem.
And thats when I woke up…

I enjoy finding well documented intimate moments.
But only ones that are truly intimate and honest…

source: my ffffound

These are so true…
I love what he does:

source: flickr.com/photos/dinosonic

This cat (moi) just got a little older.
It’s my birthday…. oh boy!!

source: flickr.com/

source: ffffound.com/

Sometimes…I just can’t distinguish from being sane and insane.
I think I am mostly insane.
I had a dream I was in space…and it was snowing. The snow changed and illuminated the hot pink and purple nebula all around me…it truly was the most beautiful thing I can think of…and I’m not one to say that lightly.

I wish such vivid imagery and law-defying-sponatanity existed in my reality. Its not to say life isn’t exciting or doesn’t offer any spontaneity, its knowing you can’t have any expectations that makes my dreams beyond exciting. Everything is predictably unpredictable.

Knowing I can’t willing live in my dreams…I think if someone were to create a drug that would induce long-term dream-comas…I would take it and become a dream druggie addict.

Such is my insanity.

source: ffffound.com/