The Quest for the Perfect Little Black Dress

...is probably destined for failure. This dress is too long, that dress is too tight, this dress itches, that dress makes me look like a hooker, etc. But hey, they say it's all about the journey - I'll keep searching for that ultimate cute, black, silky grail, trying on dozens and dozens of dresses in a grueling test of endurance and clicking on hundreds of "product detail" links online...someone has to do it. :)

This looks like it might be pretty close though:
And I just enjoy looking at this one:
Sigh...Anthropologie dresses, how I love gazing at thee. I am fairly certain that a trip to Anthro with Jen would be the worst thing to ever happen to my credit card.

P.S. The Illusionist, I liked you, too. It takes a good movie to make a predictable ending so satisfying.

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"The Start of Something" -Voxtrot

This time of night I could call you up
I'd get angry with athletic ease, break common laws in twos and threes
If I die clutching your photograph
Don't call me boring, it's just 'cause I like you
Take me on back...take me back
To the place where I could feel your heart
Is this the end or just the start of
Something really, really beautiful
Wrapped up and disguised as something really, really ugly?

Won't you...
Come by and see me, I'm a love letter away
I'd break your name before I'd say, "I really love you, love you"
No, I don't care if you saw, I watched every inch of film
Flash across your Roman features
And I loved it, loved it; no, I don't care if

You think I'm eager to shut your eyes, well
I'm sorry - everybody knows you can't break me with your gutter prose
Would you believe it, she sent me a letter
The ring, it nearly weighs her down, she's got another boy, oh boy
Steady your ears...read my lips
Poetry is not a luxury, it's how I'll break this home
And when I'm really ill, won't you cradle me?
Man is not a noble animal, but maybe woman is, remember

I heard you...
Inside your room, you said, "You never really live
Until your back's against the wall," oh did you really mean it?
I never break my gaze, if just to see this scar remain reflected in your eyes
I think it's time to go home

Oh, tell me your thoughts, tell me your thoughts on liberty
See, there's a place where I sink to sleeping
She said, "Oh, my vote is as red as my blood
Will you join me for another round? I haven't had the chance to speak yet"

God speed...
I break the law once every week to feel your touch
What's a book to you in bed, do you feel better, older?
This just makes me ill, your name is dripping from my pen
Still you're not around to curse
I'll drop the gun now, I'm still under you

Marianne, let the ghosts sleep tonight
Marianne, let the ghosts sleep, just shut your eyes and burn the past away