à bout de souffle
2008/04/30
If you are lovers in Paris, you forget about the multitude of people around you and just kiss in wild abandon
~ Dr. Antonio Comia
in real life, i love dangerously. lately, i broke into an all-out-hair-pulling-cat-fight with this fact. for a few torturous moments, i forgot who i am-that i fall in love and i like, no love, the feeling of raw, sweet b-Phenylethylamine rushing through my body with the intensity of a hurricane ! i’m dizzy, distracted. i can think of nothing else. scientists know the low levels of serotonin are not surprisingly close to those of OCD ! oh yes, monoamines, i feel you. dopamine. serotonin, adrenalin (being in love with being in love). testosterone. mmmmm…and then oxytocin and vasopressin (optional, of course)
this is not limited to beautiful, french men.. i fall in love with perfume and the authors of books i love. i fall in love with lyrics and words of wit. i fall in love with paris each time i return, leaving me wandering the city in a thick, pink, blissful fog. however, love is fickle and risky. it blindsides you and runs away. it bites. memories of that hurt are not easily , if ever, faded.
but i submit. i am happily falling in love with my quirky endorphin addicted self with a full frontal hug and breathless anticipation to feel it all over again.
side note: i know…weak middle, even weaker ending….i’m in love!
43 things
2008/04/27
French paper. leather bound books. perfume. biryani. white shirts. champagne. wood smoke. my Jackson kayak. my Mini. vintage silk lingerie. lunettes de soleil. looking at stuff under a microscope. driving with the music really loud. scent of Bo’s t-shirts. fortune cookies. Paris. sleeping with the windows open. kissing in the rain. history. Earl Grey Crème. charm bracelets. pearls. antique roses. nudes. girlfriends. scented ink in my fountain pen. horse muzzles. dancing. antique electric fans. saving the planet. Isabel Marant. Claire de Lune. Oscar Wilde. stone houses. moleskine notebooks. water color pencils. ribbons. FFF. film. kindness. good design. tummy flutters. lists.
pink
2008/04/16
in real life, I hate winter. So, as temperatures here rose steadily back into the comfy 70s, I decided to work outside. Modern day conveniences such as wireless internet afford me this luxury. I’m thinking Dr.Oz would be so proud of my stress-free, vitamin-d-producing workplace, right? It felt so nice to absorb that all-the-way-down-to-the-bone solar energy. Did I mention I actually put a swimsuit on instead of a classic grey suit? Working on a marketing presentation I am giving tomorrow had me losing track of time. My mind-map is multi-colored and I am pink all over
amazon
2008/04/15
in real life.
2008/04/15
in real life, i am distracted. the list titled “to do” is not the same as the list titled “want to do” . the postman brought me a package yesterday except i didn’t know it had arrived until i was walking out the door to the stanley cup play-off game. when i returned (exhausted from jumping up to cheer for each of the 5 goals we made) i fell asleep trying to read them, managing to get only a few pages of each. now i am on the “to do” list. distracted.” what are the books?” you ask…..
