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Fortunately for the fashion set currently regaling in the revival of the 90’s grunge scene and avid fans of Ms. Love, the team at Nasty Gal has collaborated with Love on a collection, Love, Courtney, that is reminiscent of Love’s most memorable and beloved looks. Outfits that hold a whisper of sultry doll baby, a hint of gregarious sex, a smattering of body and grit, and a full helping of unapologetic, charmingly narcissistic, attitude. doll baby, a hint of gregarious sex, a smattering of grit, and a full helping of unapologetic, charmingly narcissistic, attitude..” It’s full of Love’s tantalizing spirit and includes pieces that embody the 90’s.

“Knowing how wonderful it feels to be comfortable in my own skin, having more energy,  managing anxiety and stress, feeling as if I’ve discovered the fountain of youth and never questioning if I look good in an outfit or for an event is fantastic motivation. ” As someone who is in the gym 5-6 days a week and has spent the last few years revamping and remodeling her body I’m often asked by others, “How do you do it?” It’s a flattering question but it’s one of those questions that I always have trouble answering because the short answer is, “Hard work

Remember waking up to his poetry and his smile, remember his head on your thighs in the morning sun and try, try, to remember holding him against you, you against him, your bodies pressed together in sticky evening sweat. Don’t listen to the drum of a broken, wounded heart, listen to your heartbeat, listen to the sound of your footsteps against the pavement as you ran to him through Midtown. Cling to how he bent his head to meet your gaze, think of holding his face in your hands as he spoke about the air, the heavy thick night air, that could have suffocated you, swallowed you, and carried away. Remember how you wanted to dive into his heart, surge deep into his soul and find that place within him that was a mirror of your very soul.

It wasn’t because I couldn’t sit myself still long enough to crank the words out, I just couldn’t commit myself to a plot, a storyline, a set of characters, or anything that remotely resembled a novel. When I realized it was the first Monday of November I thought a few things: I haven’t thought about NaNoWriMo in years. I’ve tossed it aside as I’ve tossed aside a lot of writing and ambitions over the years. I’m always struck with the fear of what I want to write versus what I think I should write, what this blog should be versus what this blog shouldn’t be.