Speaking of Boobs..

…Because they are such a natural part of the female anatomy, we must not shy away from holding them to the same standard as kneecaps.. The fact that we put soo much emphasis on them totally blows. I have large boobs therefore feel self conscious in certain outfits. Weird? I don’t think so..

The smaller your boobs are the larger you want them (for most people) and the larger your boobs are (without surgery) you envision how wondrous and free it would feel to “lighten the load,” for instance- the load of weight, preconceived notions, unwanted attention, and tricky clothing picking out situations..

After a great night of conversation and catching up over dinner with a friend tonight (AKA new age therapy)((more to add on a later day)) I started my journey home and the moon was fresh and new, smiling down on me with a beam of light to guide me safely back into the East village. I could feel the rain start to drizzle and I quickly realized I was wearing a white tshirt.. Of course the last ten minutes I had before entering my apt building, were spent thinking about how unfortunate it would be for rain to come down harder and prep me for a white tshirt contest right then and there on the street. I could see the boys smiling as I passed, me picking up more speed with every falling droplet. Luckily I made it home in time and ended up with an interesting wooden spice box left on the side of the street.

But what I’m trying to say is.. regardless if I did end up drenched with rain, I don’t want to be so caught up in the idea that yes people are staring at me. Although it would be super awkward for me to nonchalantly walk around with my boobs all highlighted and a big smile on my face.. So maybe the point to this story is that I need to start carrying an umbrella?? to not find myself in such a position..

ANYWAYS

have a wonderful evening and enjoy the new moon!

Fawn

Skinny Spectacles

Found This Old Photo of Me

Partially Naked..

We wear clothes to cover up our bodies. To display art. To hid our vaginas,boobs&penises.To look better. To keep warm, To keep cool. To attract a mate. To hold our keys. To protest. To not get arrested. To conform. To be different…

Drunk Bitches

Listen. If your going to drink too much, stay outta my way. Keep your damn intoxicated self far from my chill state of mind. And enough with the flash photography, I’m not trying to document my carefree alcohol/drug nights. I want to keep the night in spirit through visual memory of the brain. Also I am not trying to take your man, he’s just way more attracted to me than he is with you, which personally is not my fault, blame it on genetics. Although that still won’t give you the resolve you want. Either stop going out all together, or deal with the fact that you are not Megan Fox you ninny!

French boy I see you..

Daily Dose of Skinny

Miranda Kerr: Victoria’s Secret Angel

My Feelings Exactly..

Sitting in Starbucks on this slushy city day. The perfect corner window seat snatched up immediately by me as the man occupying the space proceeded to pack as I was receivng my Chai soy latte. The translation was smooth. 2 hours in and I’m getting waves of energy and occasional sleepy trance-like vibes. The toasted chocolate chip cookie in eyes view,sitting behind that nicely shined glass case is teasing me every so often. As well as the idea of getting another tasty latte. While I’m typing this sentence I can spell out the warn out black letters of Lavo that is ever soo clinging onto my hand from several nights back. You can wash your hand several times and the shit will still linger for days. What if I permanently stamped my name on my hand, not so attractive eh? Well I feel that way about clubs marking my skin with their tacky names, it’s become quite embarrassing and not to mention awkward. Embarrassing because why would I want the word Lavo on my hand, like wtf does Lavo mean if your not Spanish? Awkward because if you told someone that you in fact did not end up going out, and they spot Avenue on your hand, your trapped/screwed/fired.

Great Starbucks drink idea:

 

-Apple Pie Cinnamon Latte

-Orange & Berry ginger hot tea

-White chocolate almond latte

-Vanilla bean strawberry latte

 

Starbucks, if your reading this please give me credit this time for work I have given you. (I will never show my face in your commercial again without pay)

love, Ja’mie

 

Your up!

In an hour I will be putting my emotion box on stage in front of a man I exchanged conversation with for only 5 minutes. He will then decide if I am worthy enough to join his team. In his eyes a team that consists of some of the best. I consider myself one of the best, but then what credit do I have to even think that. Like Show and Tell from my elementary school days, I will have to whip out all the tricks I encase in order to woo him, the crowd, and the studio. Although my mouth will do all the talking, my eyes will be on the sidelines, alluring him into my web. Stumbling words will have to transition smoothly into convincing improv. Eye twitching and leg trembling will have to be at a minimum level so as not to distract. As a matter of fact there will be no nervous movement from my end at all. When he waves his hand for me to proceed, I will become someone else. And then silence. I’ll smile shyly, say thank you, turn around and walk off stage… No bowing, that would mark a sign of cockiness I had yet to earn.

Kava Tea

Some how fate worked its magical powers and introduced Kava Tea into my life. I’ve become a love fool, constantly pheening for a fix. I take more out of this relationship, abusing it for it’s euphoric affection. Time spent sipping it should be enough returned satisfaction. We’re equals, my compliments are ever flowing. As I cup my hand to form its smooth curved container (tea cup), warmth quickly surges through my fingers. Once tilted, droplets drip onto my tongue triggering a tingling sensation. The tea has begun its course, and the goosebumps come out from hibernation. Pretty soon my mind releases tension/anxiety and thoughts of contentment strike me down gently.

 

If people only knew what lived behind the eyes that are placed symmetrically above the nose that is centered perfectly on top of the gentle lips that linger on my face. A closet passionist (which is a word I made up?) A head case, and most of all a loner. But a great person indeed!