Two days in isolation (except for Facebook and Hanging with Friends) in Whistler can do strange things to a girl. I feel like I’ve taken a vow of silence, leaving my thoughts to have a battle of wits in my head. In between the fits and bursts of producing 5000 words these last 36 hours,…
Tag: Love
I ♥ you, Vancouver
On a sunny day like today, there is no other place for me. And on all those other rainy, dirty, sexy, edgy, friendly, funky, wet and oh-so-yummy days, I still love you Vancouver. Love Lucie PS. Thanks to @sonsryan for sharing! xox
In sickness and in health
I’m sick. I have sweat pooling in my bra and goosebumps decorating my arm. I’ve been lying on the heated bathroom floor under a quilt for the past 2 hours and now smell like a locker room, part Mr. Clean, part sweat and body oils. I wince when I have to swallow my own saliva…
Valentines schmalentines
I think I started hating Valentines Day in grade school. I would count the number of cards received, analyze the sappy sentiments inside and ruthlessly grade myself in terms of popularity. As I got into high school, the lack of a boyfriend really turned me off of the day for lovers – tacky commercialism and…
I heart Provocateur
From some reason, I am on Agent Provocateur’s email list. I should probably move them to my junk folder except that occasionally they send me photos of the latest fashion in high-class call girl, barely-there wear, and the photos are deliciously hot! Last week, the very clever people at AP sent me an invitation to…
Love Lucie 