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CONFESSION: Hurrah, hurrah for holiday weekends! Guess what?! WE ARE GOING TO DO SWEET AND BLISSFUL ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! Having been going relatively non-stop since we moved in, I cannot even begin to express how delighted I am that we’re going to lounge about in our pajamas well after noon, take long, shuffling strolls through the park like old people, giggle through messy, langorous brunches and dig our hands deep into the dirt of our wee urban garden. It’s going to be wonderful. We’re starting by heading to one of our favorite places in the Mission for lunch, The Liberties, because their happy hour is to die for and they are friendly.

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CONFESSION: M made the most amazing sangria de cava on Saturday, for the fight (UFC 101). I don’t even know what all deliciousness she chopped up and added to the yummy bottle of Alexander Valley chardonnay, but it was good, especially when topped with cava and a dash of my homemade peach simple syrup. We made a massive batch of homemade nachos and watched the fight. The sidewalk chalk is courtesy of the petite, who wanted to make sure no one missed the place.

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CONFESSION: Last night one of M’s old college friends from MIT, who now lives in Brooklyn, came to visit. We discussed the latest book he’s reading (Velvet Rage) over Pimm’s No. 1 Cup cocktails and debated his decision to pass on a bright pink Marc Jacobs polo on sale, while I cooked our chicken fettucine alfredo dinner, nibbling on bread with Loretta Lynn singing softly in the background. It was a fantastic visit, and we ended the night with Mexican hot chocolate and fresh, delicious homemade churros. You’d think that’d do away with my sweet tooth, but by the time M came home from work today I was itching to pop into Anthony’s for a big box of cookies. She promised last night that we could! I’m a happy kitten.

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CONFESSION: Although this outfit is from Monday, technically, it’s been a fantastic Wednesday. I had a great meeting this morning, all of my moving errands were a breeze (pleasant, really) – the move, by the by, is on schedule and going well – and there are bottles of cava chilling in the fridge, waiting for my baby to come home from work. By this time next week, she’ll be home a whole hour earlier than usual! This, my friends, is why we’re making the jump across the bay. New Wave City is having Brit Night this Saturday, the weather is still gorgeous and my heart is happy and cheerful and full of gratitude.

Confession I: On a whim (I get those often and at the most inopportune times), I ducked into a wee thrift shop in the lush little town that I work in. Toward the back of the store, swaying seductively on a peg amongst lesser belts, Sheeba purred at me. Sheeba is a super fierce fucking hot tranny mess, betch. Seriously. You know you can’t fuck with this:

Sheeba is made from a faux reptilian, black leather and a massive faded gold cheetah buckle. I am a little scared of Sheeba, and you should be, too. Oh hai, I can haz monument moment:

When: Thurs., June 12th, 2008

What: BCBGirls dress tied with a black silk scarf, baby fishnets from Target, boots from Charles David. I fondly refer to the pictured bag as The Beast, because it has the capacity to fit, say, my 40 lb. puppy inside of it and things are often hopelessly lost in its giant, cavernous depths. I’d make a vulgar vadge joke here but that seems cruel to The Beast, whose proper name is the Union Johnson Hobo by Betsey Johnson. Bling:

I took a close-up of my Pennyroyal pendant! Also pictured below, a pair of beloved earrings from a boutique I score retail crack at shop at in the town where I work.

Confession II: I found a crispy, striped dress shirt in pink by Thomas Pink for $5! Bombass.