Yesterday a gas station reminded me I had 8 days til Christmas. Their zen-ish bathroom had “8 days til Christmas” written in mosaic of stones. Damn.

That’s it. I have to be part of the Philippine production somehow! Anyone know how? Nyarrr.

Time for steady classics. Magic hour, bitchez.

In relation to my latest Facebook note. No one’s watching me, and I’m not watching anyone in particular; but I may have the greatest view from here.

I’m just a little girl lost in the moment, playing happy songs for a change, imagining dance numbers in my head.

I wish the swimming pool was open at this hour.

Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah! (funny, I could have copy pasted that but I didn’t) Seeyaz!

This song leaves me speechless. “The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won’t exist.” Coachella soon, guys? BTW I miss you @miguel_sevilla.

This version is heart-wrenching. Obviously, I love rainbows. And the lovers, the dreamers, and me.

Love IS a doomed word. I’d say I love this guy but as YOU ALL say I DON’T have a heart.