if i were a judge this is how my days in court would go, verbatim"ASSHOLE!" (pounds gavel) "NEXT CASE."
INSPIRED BY TRUE EVENTS
I mean. Weed print bikinis and horse ponchos. My lands. It’s been days of this level-10 fashion photography.
Take me back. Take me back to the desert and my kaftans and bonkers prints and mid-day cocktails. Take me out of this frozen hellscape right now.
It’s not creepy to talk about what you want from your life, no matter how much other people want to make you believe that. Don’t ever design your life around the need NOT to be That Woman. Because our culture makes every fucking one of us into That Woman. We are That Woman when we refuse to take whatever is dished out at work, without complaint. We are That Woman when we cry at some moment deemed inappropriate by someone without a fucking soul who’s incapable of feeling human emotions in the first place. We are That Woman when we live alone and we adopt a cat, because we fucking like cats. We are That Woman whenever we dare to behave like regular human beings.
Most of the good things in my life came out of being That Woman."
Beck covering John Lennon. Happy Saturday.
www.sweetheartalbum.com - “Sweetheart 2014” will be available at Starbucks stores everywhere February 4th, 2014.
2013 was the worst year of my life. I’ve thought that before about different years — ones where my love life didn’t work how I wanted it to or the one where I lost friends or the one where my parents split up. But this one truly just taxed me at every turn. My dad’s death was clearly the worst of it. But watching him die was terrible too. The familial and financial aftermath has been and continues to be awful. Work has… work has not been great. I’ve gotten sick about a million times, in about a dozen different ways. I’ve gotten fat. Many of my very best friends moved sort of to very far away from me. I continue to not have any semblance of a love life, but that’s pretty far down the priorities list at this point. The year started with RGIII’s knee injury on the same day dad went into the hospital for the first time, and ended with a display from our beloved team so pathetic I’m almost glad he wasn’t here to see it.
So to borrow a phrase from my much, much missed dad, don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out, 2013. There were some good times, almost entirely at the hands of the most wonderful group of friends anyone has ever even dreamed about having. The value of which I was reminded of over, and over, and over again as they did just amazing stuff to support me through all this crap. I got to stay in a Tuscan villa for a week. I got to take a romantic vacation to the tropics with Catherine. I got to spend a week in Stone Harbor with some of my nearest and dearest, and even got to have my mom up there. I went to Maine with a bunch of Maineiacs and wore salmon colored linen overalls and ate lobster for every meal. I got to spend a lot of time with my dad as he was on his way out. I live in a really great a apartment (save the drum circles and parade of pooches that echo down from the heavens regularly, but, whatever). I got to celebrate the births of babies to some of the people I love most in the world, and am looking forward to the births of a handful more. My favorite bar in the world opened up about 50 yards from my front door. I went to the Oshkosh air show and held a pole. I was recognized for being really great at my job with my industry’s biggest award. I learned that I kind of like running. TV and movies were both sort of amazing this year. I read more books this year than anytime in recent history, which is an accomplishment even if most of them were YA novels. I have a really cute cat.
So it wasn’t a wasted year. But I’m more eager to usher in its successor than anytime I can remember. I’m not the resolution-making type. But I will be doing everything in my power to make 2014 a year that’s happy and healthy. Or at the very least, happier, healthier. I think it’s an achievable goal.
So I say this with the utmost sincerity, to the people who still read this tumblr, to the many people I couldn’t even get my act together long enough to send a damn holiday card to, to everyone that helped me through this year, hell, to everyone everywhere. Happy New Year.