Vox // the last day

For a water-bearer, I sure am not really good at it. It gets on the floor when I pour it, on my shirt when I drink it (I'm actually a 2 year old I swear), on the table when I serve it. Every time. Every single time.

...I wonder if there's a metaphor in there somewhere.

Vox // Right on! (cha-cha-cha)

A tapas run with two best friends ending with taking the reeaaally long way back home to a three-way cuddle watching Dexter made for one of the most memorable nights in my quiet uneventful life.

Vox // untitled

They're all turned off. Now I sit, and wait. Maybe someone will remember.