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Dull throbbing ache. Aching dull throb. Throbbing aching dullness. That about sums up my feelings about Stu's death by now. I've stopped grinding my teeth but I still have nightmares.
I can only thank you guys again and again for all the kind words and overwhelming love and sympathies, thank you for sharing your thoughts and your own stories.

I need to post about other things again since every new comment or every click on my profile brings everything back and even though I feel guilty about his death and now guilty about "moving on" and startling myself in moments in which I haven't thought about him, which makes me feel even more guilty, I just need to actively seek other things to post about, and thus other things to think about.


Taye was here and will return after her travels around Europe. We had a great time, she's a wonderful guest. We drink wine and talk about fashion and photography and men. It's perfect!
We are planning a collaboration of sorts, and even if it's only a few snapshots, I know it will be magnificent.
Otherwise, I'm a horrible tour guide, but I provide her a couch and some bullies. This is Horace waking her up:



(And with that, Stu's deathbed isn't the most recent photo in the My Babies Album. It's guilty relief, relief, guilt, relief.)

Horace constantly forgot we had a guest and barked at her when she returned from her nightly escapades. Because, you know. OMG A BURGLAR! Then he realized who she was ( OMG the nice friendly dog voice cuddly woman!) and wanted to be her best friend again.


Eric needed some pictures, If you know what I mean. Here are some that are kind of work safe:










And I'm hardly ever excited about hopefuls (or SGs anymore... actually, I'm just rarely excited about models, period) but recently, there were two which I find really appealing:

Macabra



and RazorCandi:



I'll have to keep an eye on those two.


Ok, that's all for now. 10 days until Eric is back for two months! ♥