summer is on the verge of blooming

had vegan smoothies with psycho-analytic, best-academic-friend. hashed out our cynicism and romanticism, a bit. told her about the sexist rampage that was my life, and how he (to my total shock and delight) challenged it. apparently they're are decent men out there. i don't want to sound so shocked, but it just very much happens to be the reality i live in. so when one insists on opening doors and paying - instead of batting my eyes and saying thank you, i make confused faces and stumble to react. "OH, uh, okay."

and now we've reached today. clocked in the most empty three-hour work shift of my career. ran some errands, got a manicure, did a little bit of drugs in the back room of a friends apartment, grabbed some coffee, walked towards the greatest panini i've ever had, bought a gorgeous knee length, pleated, silk, navy skirt, said my goodbyes to a traveling friend, and caught a screening of this:





(so you can all stop telling me to.)

in the mean time - happy late mothers day. here are two examples why:

walking into my house, and having my mother turn to my father and shout out, "oh wow, a MODEL just walked into our home..."

later, she will very seriously come into my room to serenade me with a song, the lyrics of which, i'm pretty sure she forgot. "i just called.... hmm da da da... i love you!"





"i did that wrong didn't i?"
"yup."