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so in the past month…

Hi again! No, I haven’t forgotten all about this blog…truth is that I haven’t been much of a chick in Kiev lately. I’ve been all over the place. I was in Chicago, then Vegas, then Chicago late August till September, then I came back here, got swallowed up by work and next thing you know I was on a business trip for a week in Switzerland. Too bad it’s so ugly there…


So then after having to deal with that all week, I took a train through the French countryside,


to Paris. Where I went back to the place where I’d broken my arm. To avenge myself, or prove that I could stay upright or something. In my mind,  this step that I tripped down was…well, first of all, was TWO steps, and very high dangerous. The reality, however,


not as big. Small, in fact. Well then, the bar that I smashed into must have been made of titanium, right?


No. Unless they replaced the old bar with this one because it was so hard and unsafe and people kept slamming into it and breaking bones? Probably not. So having gone and faced my fears, I spent the rest of the weekend drinking red wine


eating snails


and getting a tattoo that I’d designed in Kiev just before leaving for my trip. I wanted something to mark my time here, and I’d been asking people for pretty Ukrainian words, sayings, etc - but nothing seemed right. Then I was talking to my friend about it, and this other guy came along and for some reason she started telling him this story about one night how she and I were sitting on my balcony having a drink and I asked “what time is it?” and she said “who cares, it isn’t going to get any darker” and just then all the lights at the golden gate park across the street went out, leaving us in almost total darkness. We just looked at each other for a second, then burst out laughing. This, suddeny, seemed like the perfect thing to get tattooed - so I had her write it out for me in Ukrainian and I put a bird on it (of course) and some circles and voila!


My brand spanking new tattoo.

Oh, I also bought my dog a coat in Paris. I never thought I’d be one of those people that dresses up a dog, but the day I was leaving for my trip, I was taking him around running a few last minute errands, and I came out of one place and he was sitting there, shaking a looking pathetic. So, jacket it is…


And then my mom came for a visit a few days ago, and I’d ordered a sweater and a jacket to her house online. I am such a nerd.


and this one is for you, Marco.


What every dog in Kiev needs to get through the winter.


  1. Nina Garcia wrote:

    I question your dog’s taste level. That’s just the tip of the iceberg. I have no further comment.

    Thursday, September 25, 2008 at 8:26 pm | Permalink
  2. Sarah Parker wrote:

    Love the bronze jacket. Chaunce looks like such a badass.

    And Nina, Kors said it worked, so you can suck it!

    Friday, September 26, 2008 at 3:11 am | Permalink
  3. Eric wrote:

    Oh my god. This is the sweetest dog ever. I want him. NOW!

    Thursday, October 2, 2008 at 7:55 pm | Permalink
  4. nadine wrote:

    the doggy hoodie is pretty pimp.

    Monday, October 6, 2008 at 7:38 am | Permalink

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