Drowning in the woman

[amul]

While I'm usually pretty good about unpacking as soon as I get home, a 12 hours car drive that left 12 hours later than I intended puts a cramp in my usually timeliness *cough, cough, giggle* I had to completely unpack in order to find the entire collection of business cards from this weekend, and of course the woman one I really wanted (Freud much?) was the last one I found.

While I will let myself revel and delight in sharing for this brief moment, let me also assure you that I am not so silly as to confuse conventions with real life, nor drunken intensity for honest emotion. That said, I giggle and laugh as I point you to the beautiful and brilliant, captivating and cruel model I met this weekend, through the shuttered eye of another:

www.drowningwoman.net