Another Day

I’ve been at home, nesting. What for, I’m unsure. But there’s something about sitting alone, eating a chocolate, and sharing a bottle of wine with myself that just feels really good. I write in my journal, wake up when I want - which is early, by the way. I don’t know what happened to me, I used to live for sleeping in, depending who it was with. I spent an entire year, pretending to sleep past ten; nothing could pull me out of that bed. Mornings like those are dangerous, but they really are the best, aren’t they?

Except, even though I'd rather chill, for real

I don't know how you feel. . .

when it's finally time to head downtown and hit 'em up style with what I've been nesting, I do what any other Return to Love reading, playing-it-cool, girl would do.

Ladies,

learn justly that leathers and a tough-bitch jacket, aren't the only things you should keep in your back pocket to protect yourself. Now, it's about time to put the phone

down and start putting my(self)

first. It's going to take a lot of cojones to get past this bomber jacket of complete and total armor. But, if you're up for that challenge, baby admit it.