Courtesy of Edgar Allan Poe, just because I’m in that kind of mood…

ANNABELLE LEE

Author: Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me
Yes! that was the reason
(as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we
Of many far wiser than we
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

So I found some more star lights.  I can imagine a cluster of these would create a soft, romantic glow in a bedroom  And they’re crazy cheap.

So many good things, I couldn’t be arsed to narrow it down:

 Sex flashcards.  So goshdarn cute.

Hand-holding mittens.  Cause plain ones aren’t gay enough.

Tree locket.  Just adorable.

Happy Buddha pen stand- to ward off bad work juju.

And a sappy pillow.

“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.” 

I’ve been wanting an Airstream like, whoa lately.  Something about the idea of an inexpensive (compared to a house), super-mod, goes-anywhere abode is so thrilling and bohemian.  The city life thing can really grind you down, and you can’t drive your apartment down to Florida for the weekend.  Also, they have a very romantic pod-like feel to them- as if you could create a dirty weekend with no notice and no planning.  Coooool.

In my never ending quest for comfy, cute slips, I stumbled across this adorable sale piece from- wait for it- the Gap.  Soft red cotton trimmed with wide lace strips.  It’s sexy and practical.  Kinda like me.

Sometimes the naked city can be a bit stifling. Overall, it’s the center of the world and we all know it, but sometimes that can be hard to remember when you’re sweaty and squished on the F train. Or when you need some time alone to talk with someone and everything in the world at your doorstep is just way too distracting.

A few weeks ago, I had a long visit with my super dreamy boyfriend and we needed a quiet place to chill. I saw the glowing reviews at Trip Advisor of the Roxbury and was sold. Because, is teh internets ever wrong? This well styled hideway has luxe details, reasonable rates, friendly owners, and all the quiet you could ever want. There’s an extensive continental breakfast and DVD collection, and the rooms are pimped enough so you’ll never need to leave unless you want to.

Extra props go to the Village Pub in nearby Margaretville. Being total lazy bastards, we napped through regular dinner hours every night. I would have starved to death without their surprisingly delicious burgers and my date tried the chicken cacciatore made from fresh local ingredients for a very reasonable price. Top marks all around. Some pics:

Vice Vixen is going on vacation! While I won’t be able to abandon you totally, I will be on a limited posting schedule. Probably 5-7 posts weekly. So don’t despair, oh three readers of mine.

But I’ll be doing field research! Drinking, smoking, getting it on, and tearing up the countryside with a very cute boy. Think of all the stories I’ll have when I get back!

I’ve never been the type to get sidelined with cramps, but if I did, I’d want one of these cutesy heart hot-water bottles.  A mild consolation when you’re doubled over in bed watching Lifetime Movie Network.  (Just admit it, everyone knows.)

I am just getting my socialization on this weekend in a hardcore way.  I:

1. Celebrated my main gay’s 21st birthday;
2. Met my Snopes friends and got sassed by an inattentive waiter (by proxy);
3. And have a date at the Waldorf-Astoria tomorrow.

I sincerely hope to be back in one piece on Monday.

The packaging of this pretty lube alone is enough to sell me on it.  Are those… flowers?  This would look lovely on any vanity table, and as the site says:

Serving suggestion: Those who pander to perform the immaculate wank would do well to moisten the magnificent member with this pearly potion afore. Tis only when a gentleman’s tool is suitably well oiled that fervent fingers and tongues may begin to pleasure with a depravity most divine.

Indeed.