be my valentine?

I just had a Valentine Filliol-Cordier fixation going on for the past hour. She's a model that I found through Nylon, hails from France, lives in London...and it's always the European cities that look most chic. She hangs out with The Like and dated Jamie something from The Kills...is this too much information? Anyway, TheFashionSpot provides endless photographs to fulfill my temporary obsession. And that's usually how it goes with all models or all people...a fleeting, ephemeral glimpse into one life, one person...and then too soon, I forget everything about them.

This post would probably be more fitting timed on Valentine's Day, but who am I to pick and choose dates and times? It's early Christmas morning, which never means anything special in this household considering presents are bought on a whim, and we don't have a Christmas tree or white lights outside. Not even snow, in this state we call California. Oh, no, Christmas only feels like Christmas because of the new Google sign and the profuse amounts of Christmas songs on the radio, not to mention A Christmas Story playing on TBS all day and night.

I'm still debating whether I'm a big holiday person or not. Do I love sipping eggnog on a December afternoon? No, I don't, considering I've never tried eggnog and frankly it sounds disgusting. Do I love gift exchanging? As of now, shopping for presents for others is only a dash of fun overwhelmed with a whole load of stress. But maybe I am evolving...after all, I didn't cry out in pain because I heard yet another Christmas song as I walked through the mall these past few days. Then again, that doesn't mean I love the winter holidays. For me, summer and autumn were always the best. The easy summer, laying around and doing absolutely nothing in the hot SFV sun. Then the autumn rolled around, and with it school...and as much as that blew, it meant reunions with friends who'd been away the entire summer, and along with that my birthday, which I consider the best holiday ever.

Once again, this is a whole lot of ramble. I notice I don't really mention the immediate, day-to-day things I've been doing lately. What I've been doing, where I've been going, and who I've been with this vacation. Well, to be honest, I don't think those things are as important as what's running through my mind as these day-to-day things occur. And I'll toast to that.