If you are fascinated by secrets . . .

Head over to Crazy Days and Nights-> click here.

I am not doing work, instead I am refreshing and refreshing because these secrets/confessions/lies fascinate me.

I'm not even sure if they are true but if they are . . .

It's astounding to me what other people to do each other and the repercussions that follow. Like neverending ripples. . .

Great Internet Find via Daily Candy: Leviticus Jewelry

I am a big fan and subscriber to Daily Candy and about a week or so I got an email in my inbox about a fabulous, unique, and a little bit out there jewelry company. It's name is Leviticus Jewelry.

My taste and style in clothes, handbags, shoes, and jewelry leans toward a bit out of there because I like things that are extremely unusual and are statement pieces. Leviticus Jewelry is perfectly up my alley.

This is one necklace that almost had me sold:


Until I saw the Love Letter necklace:





I love how multiple chains gather at one side and there is an unexpected sweet surprise to the necklace's design.

The absolutely best part? It is completely afforable!!

New Fav. Song: Amber Rubarth: In the Creases

A song that creeps into your mind and never quite leaves. . .

"In the Creases”

You’re the smell of the toast that you made in the mornings.
You’re the page in my book that I keep to myself.
You’re the unlocking sound when I turn my door key.
You’re the scar that I have from the time that I fell.
I can’t describe the faces.
I can’t recall the names.
But you remain..

I keep you in the creases.
I hide you in the folds.
Protect you from the sunlight.
Shield you from the cold.
Everybody said they were glad to see you go.
But no one ever has to know.

You’re the part of the moon that blends into the blackness.
Even though we know it’s really still there.
You’re the song that I sing and I don’t need to practice.
You’re the green shirt I keep though it’s too small to wear.
I can’t describe the faces.
I can’t recall the names.
But you remain..

I keep you in the creases.
I hide you in the folds.
Protect you from the sunlight.
Shield you from the cold.
Everybody said they were glad to see you go.
But no one ever has to
No one ever has to know the things that I refuse to see
And all the nights I still can’t sleep.
I curl up in the sheets
Between the creases where you used to be.

Once love wakes it never sleeps…
Even when you love a dream….

Book Review: Into the Woods

Occassionally, I don't do anything on weekend day or weekday night but finish a book I've been reading.

This Sunday, I was a hundred or so pages into: Into the Woods by Tana French, when I unconsciously decided to complete it. I spent about 7 hours reading and it was glorious.

Into the Woods takes place in Dublin and sets the stage by telling the reader about a mystery event that happened in the woods.

One summer day three children entered the woods and only one was found alive, traumatized, with blood soaked sneakers unable to recall the events before he was found.

Fast forward several years later and the found child, going by the name Robert Ryan, has become a dectective on Dublin's Murder squad and by some unlucky coincidence- takes on a case originated out of the very same wood.

The double who-dun-its kept me reading as much as Robert Ryan's relationship with his partner, Cassie. They have a brother-sister relationship that goes deeper than most siblings and yet has a bit of edge to it.

There is also an overwhelming sense of foreboding throughout the whole novel, a sense of Dectective Ryan's life unraveling that also strung me along and in the end, I felt a sense of reading this novel before. Because the hero, or anti-hero, reminded me of Great Gatsby's Nick Carraway and The Catcher in the Rye's Holden Caulfield- some Irish modern day version because as Ryan tells you in the very beginning- he lies.

Rec:

Although at times I found French's writing/description a bit wordy or too hard to follow occassionally (there are others that may disagree because sometimes I like it when an author tells a bit more than show, show, show), I highly recommend this novel if you enjoy intense mysteries with complex characters. French writes in haunting prose that provokes the reader to really think about what they are reading while simultaneously engrossing them in the novel's proceedings.

To read more reviews:

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Doubting that I would find my goose. . .

In my last post, I wrote about how I was on a Semi-Wild Goose chase because once upon a time, three months ago, I hooked up with a boy that was one of the cutest I had ever seen.

At the time I was writing that post, I was feeling very doubtful that I would find my goose.

The last time I came down to Portland, I went in on a Saturday night, and he wasn't working or hanging out at work. My chances were slim that he would be there but I was starving after not having much of a lunch and drinking a whole bottle of wine at Stumptown (how could I refuse- it was only $10!!! and it was tasty) and his restaurant has pizza.

So I went in, hoping but doubting that I would see him.

I parked my ass at a bar stool and ordered a cider and a piece of pepperoni pizza. The bartenders didn't give the best service but I had a good time for the couple of hours that I was there.

I think the guy to my left was trying to hit on me but I wasn't having it. On my right, I had a pleasant chat with a French guy who lives in New York that was interviewing at hospitals to match for his residency and the guy next to him was a Portland newbie.

It made for a good V day but it would have been better if I saw B . . .

On a Semi-Wild Goose Chase

I thought I had blogged about my Thanksgiving trip down to Portland but I never did. I think there is a draft or two about it but I never published it.

Now, I'll have to at some point in time because that one weekend down Portland, particularly that Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, has led me (in a small part) to Portland this weekend- right now.

Currently, I am blogging and working on my *novel* at Stumptown (there are a couple of locations in Seattle and one in the Pearl District or the Pearl as most Portlanders call it- which is where I am right now) which means I am also sitting across the street from the place that B works at.

To sum up the Thanksgiving trip- one of my besties and I drove down to Portland for Thanksgiving instead of going home to San Diego because P has family down here. On the night we drove down we decided that we wanted to go out and party.

After going to Kells and Dirty, we had to go to one more bar before we went home. It was dive and perfect for the two of us.

We ended up at Ash St. Saloon and this is where I met B.

P and I were up at the bar talking and a drunk started to talk to us and not leave us alone, so B and his friend decided to play the part of our saviors and came over from the pinball machines to talk to us.

Long detailed story (that I would normally tell) short- I took him home to P's Aunt's house (don't worry it was just me and P staying there that night) and we hooked up but without sex.

It was one of the most fun and best times I've had.

He makes comments about wanting to hang out the next day, Thanksgiving, I'm hesitant. I drop him off at home and then never see him again despite thinking about him constantly since then.

Until a weekend in January when I last minute crash my roomie's Portland trip, a lot of stupidity and embarrassment ensues trying to find B (details for another post), and then I am 99% sure that I saw him Sunday morning when we did a lap in front of his bar.

But I didn't go in and say hi.

I regret that badly.

Because now I'm here across the street from his workplace looking damn cute and I don't think he's working. . .

I think that if I don't see him tonight or tomorrow then I will have to permanently call off this semi-wild goose chase. . .

I always hope, believe, desperately want some crazy story like this to work out. To be an exception.