Monday, April 13, 2009

Goodbye Ink and Paper Treize

It's not wrong and I must own I was taken over by the sweet delight.

In a world of discontent I sought solace in the deepest realms of guilty pleasure.

I must say that I have had one of the most amazing weeks. However luck has nothing to do with it. I truly believe that you can get whatever you want in life with a positive attitude, charm, confidence, and the occasional hit of dark chocolate.

I went to see my dearest love, Mr. Steven Patrick Morrissey. I was granted the setlist.

I found out which hotel he was staying at. I was bestowed the honor of touring through his room.
(The Presidential Suite)

I missed a certain duck, and we spent exorbitant amounts of time together.

I was exhausted from having such a glorious week so I spent some quality time in an herbal linen wrap.

I kept my hopes up and a smile on my face, plastered in more ways than one.

I went home again this weekend. Halls is my real home. They know my name (well, the people in the shoe department and the Chanel counter, the fragrance "Juice Bar", and if I am being completely honest...the handbag department too. ) The entire building is a wonderland of merchandise. Lauded by anyone with taste, Halls has everything a girl like me would want to be surrounded by from Van Cleef and Arpels to the Ermengildo Zegna. As I exit, overstuffed shopping bags in hand, it hits me, there is no place like home.

Oh, right, I'd almost forgotten, I am engaged! To two boys!!!!
British ones, a roadie named Oli & Mark Cupello (bass guitarist for The Courteeners.)
Whoever shall I choose? Maybe accepting both was a poor choice on my part...Oh well.


  1. Those two boys are so obsessed with you. That's hilarious. Poor Paul.

    Oh and Oli is cute but Mark has the fame (which doesn't hurt).

  2. You are SUCH a bitch.