Catching up...all in one breath

And so it is August. The clock keeps ticking. The earth keeps moving. The wheels keep spinning.

I am watching the Mirror Has 2 Faces. Girly indulgence. I had never seen it before. I don't care if you are pretty, I love you anyway... who doesn't want that? Who doesn't want to be made over into their best self? Who doesn't want to drop the mask? Or find someone to see through it.

The job search continues, but on the winding road I met the next Bill Gates, who wants to bring a new meaning to the city's title of silicone valley. Who wants to purchase a Kia and casually signed off on it, after previewing it for all of 15 minutes. Le sigh. I want a chocolate chip cookie.

In other movie reviews, I am completely and utterly obsessed with FADO, a portuguese music movement from the 18th century portuarios. The movie was absolutly fabulous.

I have all these clothes I am not wearing. It makes me sad that I live in a place where it is better not to attract attention. I had a brush with death, runs from thieves could be my new indian name. Or something more exotic like the sunrise paintbrush.

Bouts of melancholy nostalgia, turrents of tristeza y tears. This weekend- went traipsing through the jungle and wished I had more time, que ironia.

Lemon meringue pie in a CALIfornia mansion. Fuego. Soledad. Stuffed mushrooms and white wine. Pumpkin puppy treats. I think that about says it all...