Summer = Naked.

I've Been Thinking.

New York's weather is quite wonderful today; it's 88 with a very low humidity level. My ideal kind of weather, especially in summer. I'm listening to a mixture of inspirational music such as Adele, Nat King Cole, Norah Jones, and Billie Holiday, because quite frankly, I'm in such a quiet "me time" kind of mood. I've been working non-stop ever since summer started and that's great because I'm making rent in 2 weeks, but sometimes it's a little overwhelming because my weekend is Wednesday & Thursday. My social life is once again on a hiatus. And for the first time, I'm not too concerned about it.

Last night, I was talking with a recently newfound friend and to my amazement, we have a lot more in common that I thought. It started with questioning each other about religion and politics and what's a current book that each of us is reading. I confessed that I love a good debated about anything that's debatable because life in general is so subjective that it's such a broad topic to discuss almost anything about. But beyond the sentences that were exchanged back and forth, I was finding out more about him that just made me feel comfortable and warm inside. I felt as if we were sitting on an oversized sofa sitting face to face just talking. I just came home from a house-warming party and it was late, but as promised we called each other for a catch up conversation about our days and I just lost track of time. 5 minutes turned to 2 hours and I wasn't a bit concerned about what time it was. Sure, I may have had work at 5am but I wasn't sleepy. I was so intrigued by this once "mysterious" person that now all this information was coming out fluidly like Pandora's Box and there's something amazing about him. I've already mentioned a few times that I'm smitten and of course it's all true! I've never felt like this for a while and I'm still not sure if what I'm feeling is just pure adrenaline or they are sincere; but I do know that I enjoy every second I get even if it's a text chat or and IM chat or something as silly as facebook tagging in our ridiculous, yet entertaining videos.

He's got me inspired to get back into reading. He brought up a good point that some books, mainly series books that are fictional and are novels of something as exotic as Arabic authors has really pushed me to research those books. If he can sit and enjoy reading them, there's a HUGE chance that I could be the same and join him by reading different books but from authors from other countries. I was looking at this book that I found while browsing and I'm curious because what he said was, "you get sucked in to reading this exciting, adventurous books but in the back of your mind you know that there's going to be an end, but you don't want it to end...it's almost like the end of the Harry Potter series". I want that rush. I want that adrenaline when reading a book that all you want to do in any spare second is to read. Read read read. There's something about readers that I find attractive and its not the intellectual aspect of it, but the passion and drive one gets when sitting down to read. It's an art in itself really.

Mmmm in other news, my job (starbucks) now offers free internet and surprisingly that hasn't really made a difference with how busy we've been. I blame the closing down of 98th St and the new subway entrance between 96th and 95th on Broadway that when the flood of people come out from underground, the walk downtown and see our store right there. Sure we are still understaffed and we just had a girl quit on us, but it's okay because we have what the regulars call "A Team" and that fuels us to work harder. But we're all hard workers, Sarah, my boss really has us in good shape and I can see why she's picky when hiring people to join our team. Even if it's just starbucks. Today we had a playlist from the 70's that stabucks chooses via satellite and we had this woman (who doesn't ever give us her real name but her dog's name "Daisy") and she got surprised by the song that was playing and it took her to a good memory and she started to get watery eyes. It was cute because she said this was "way before our time" but I just found it so endearing. Very much like how my friend was talking to me and it was so involved and focused but still managed to carry a deep sigh which was a sign of realness and that he may not have the right words or how to explain but boy does this guy have a smart and fascinating heart and mind. I'm impressed. (side note: Nat King Cole's Unforgettable is such a beautiful ballad and ugh I just enjoy it)

I'm thinking, I want to go here for vacation. Sometime soon I hope, maybe August. Right before school starts in late August. Don't laugh but it's Charleston, North Carolina! I was looking at images on google and I'm impressed! It's like a jazzy bluesy Southern feel and I love it! Being from Dallas I love the South, but this is a more beautiful place that I would love to visit! Even if it's for a week! LOL I'm not sure though, I have a few places in mind. Florida to see the everglades and ride the boats, surf in Southern California, camp and hike in Oregon or even go back home to Dallas to visit Lauren! But she's in Ireland so it's not happening that I'm going to Texas LOL.

Man, life is good right now. I can't complain. I can't complain. ♥

I Miss Your Face Lauren!

Feelings & Emotions.

I'm overwhelmed with life right now. Work, work, sleep, work, work, 2 days off but I'm running around the city trying to find a second source of income, as well as sell most of my work because I need to pay the bills. Is this what living the BIG dream in New York is all about? Possibly, I'm only 23. I have been hanging out with a few people that are older, successful and seem to have my dream. I have to keep telling myself that in 10 years, I'll be in the same spot. For example:

1.) I'll be enjoying beer on a nice terrace in Hell's Kitchen.

2.) A nice HD television flat screen to watch all my shows including So You Think You Can Dance and Glee.

3.) Flipping through an iPad because when you're 30, that's what you need to do right?

4.) A long foyer with art work that includes my own, Banksy, and Andy Warhol.

5.) My own reality series. Okay, this one is a little exaggerated. LOL

But recently, I've just been so inspired by many people all over New York, and even Facebook has introduced me to different styles from France, Italy, Australia, and Canada. These boys with amazing fashions, style, vibes, exotic yet intriguing blogs that just make me feel overwhelmed with ideas, projects, and fashions that I want to end up making on my own. I'm just a sucker for evolution and I'm always trying to reinvent myself. ALWAYS.

So my friend Ryan and his girlfriend just found a place a block away from their old house, still very close to me so I'm very excited that we can continue our Sunday brunch/dinner/drinks/movie night.We've been doing it for a while now, and it's very nice to have this frequent "activity" that a bunch of us can participate together and just get away from life. Recently though, Erin another friend of ours has joined our group and she's our age too so she relates to many of the same things. Well, she works with Ryan and myself and waking up at 4am is no stranger to the three of us. Unfortunately she's leaving this August due to a full time career job as a preschool teacher. She's been waiting patiently for it, and she finally got one! Without even seeking it, they contacted her! Congratulations! Colleen, (Ryan's girlfriend is also a teacher) so it's cool to be a part of a young group of teachers, musicians, and artists. Probably how we all get along so well!

I've been thinking a lot about my dad as well and even though he was never a part of my life, I still think about him. Him and my mom divorced when I was very very young, and it wasn't until my mom's passing that I found out he passed away 5 years earlier. I managed to find a box in storage all the way in the Bronx, which mind you I thought was cancelled and thrown out because of so many past due payments they told me they were going to auction everything off and use the money to pay for the the room, loooong story etc. BUT I was able to pay them and they cut me a deal and turns out everything was still in the room untouched. Two years later. I know, blessing in disguise.

And with that being said, I wonder what really happened between my parents. The 90s were very bad to my family, but I still have been left in the dark with details about what happened. I just have this shoebox with photos like this:Made me cry a little because I miss him. I never knew him, but I always long for a father and mother to call up when I feel anxious or sad or nervous about life and the things that I go through on a daily basis. How to pay rent, a new potential boyfriend, Happy Mother's Day, Merry Christmas. I miss out, but it's okay. What I lack in family, I am rich with friends and they ARE my family. I'm very lucky that I've met some incredible people that care and love me and have my back. I've been holding on, and will KEEP holding on. Here's a couple other treasures I found in the box. :) Enjoy

I found this and I thought it was so cute because here my mom has no make up, it's blurry and chances are she took this herself right after I was born. Picture it, just home with your baby, a human being born into the world.

Slightly Fresh.

The cold bed.
The sound of the A.C. making the room cold.
My nipples harder than ever.
I want the feeling of another man's body on top of me.
Digging my hands and nails into his back.
Feeling the sweaty friction of stomach to stomach.
The heavy breathing, the sweat dripping from his forehead to my chest.
The biting, the sucking, the slapping.
I want the feeling of losing control when he grabs my wrists and puts them over my head.
I want him to grab them with one hand and use the other one to squeeze my inner thigh.
The sounds of panting, grunting.
The scent of freshly showered skin, turning to outdoorsy sweaty skin is what I'm craving most.
I'm frustrated because my urge is so overwhelming.
Grabbing his ass each time, clenching with each stroke.
The view from the top makes my nipples hard.
Watching him dip in, dip out.
Kissing each of the stars down my right side.
Slow, slow, slower each kiss and each pause makes my reflexes go out of control.
I'm ticklish, and with each kiss on the lips makes a little bit more come out.
The turning and moving of my balls get tighter and tighter, ready for the orgasm.
I want you to push real hard in the small of my back, one thumb on each back dimple.
Go slow, go fast.
UGH.
FUCK.

HOT

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Sunburnt.