I’m not jealous of people - I’m only jealous of people who can eat and not gain weight. I respect talent. When I see talent and when I see a good person who comes with the talent, I melt.
Is it possible to be addicted to work?
As I sit here on my front porch following a lovely evening with the boyfriend: homemade dinner of steaks and caprese, dessert, relaxing outside in the summer nighttime, I gave him an early birthday present. A new iPad 2. He spent the next hour watching live TV and downloading apps. Smitten.
I spent the next hour editing content for work.
Is it possible to be addicted to work so much so that you do it to relax? Honestly. I had caught up on all the stuff I wanted to do and read and we had a quiet moment with nothing to do. So I worked. Strange, right? So strange that I revived a long silenced Tumblr existence to wax poetic about it.
yes to a tiara.
Such great photo treatment.
jackpot. from Vogue Paris.
Is it a bad thing when you run into people you were friends with in high school at an event and they say, “Oh what are you up to here?” and my reply is, “Oh working, dropping off some materials for the magazine.” And they, who I haven’t talked to in more than a year, say, “God, you’re always working.”
I think I need a vacation.