[wearing Monki bra, Solara bikini bottom, vintage shirt & boots, Medina cuff and sunnies]
Maybe it's the sleep deprivation, the nightly concert escapades (Mawazine♥), or the fact that I can't figure out whether I have been drinking too much or not enough, but my restlessness has reached an all time high. I'm itching to be near the water again, and seriously considering my options: a.) crash at a house avec pool or b.) buy a bathtub.. The good news is, I have started singing in the shower again. You laugh, but that is quite the accomplishment for someone like me. Maybe it's the Ice Cream Truck Song or maybe I have run out of reasons to be unhappy. For now, anyway.
I seem to be spending a lot of time talking to my girl friends about man problems.. still/always. As someone with the outsider perspective, it is easy to dish out advice, and tell it like it is, but I recognize my old self in many of their actions, and at this point I feel nothing but relief about my new found single status. It's like I can breathe, for once. The only people I can bring myself to share a bed with is the gang from Entourage, and everything edible I can find in my fridge, so staying in bed all day in my pajamas has climbed up to the top of my favorite things to do ever - right after kitesurfing and kissing.
Speaking of kissing.. that heart up there makes me giggle in disbelief. What possessed me to draw a heart on my palm, I can't explain, but if you think it has anything to do with love, you are way off. The only hearts I see these days are those I see in my games of poker. Not that I'm saying my gambling habits have nothing to do with love.. Because there is nothing like a good game of texas holdem to get this girl's cold heart pumping. Yeah boy.
And speaking of love.. Those boots cost me a ridiculous euro at the flea market. Who had their doubts about me finding vintage heaven in Rabat? Doubt no more.. :)

























