It's really a trip these days so inseparable with ma man.

I haven't laughed this hard in ages. Or had so much fun. Or felt so adored.

I cannot calculate the perfection of this coupling. But it is.

Next month we're heading to New York. Because we're glamorous, happy, living.

Sex is the best it's ever been. Like four times a day. Doing EVERYTHING.

This guy is it, my friends. I know it, he knows it. Everyone knows it.

In restaurants that overlook the San Francisco skyline, I know it. In Gucci shades as we traipse around town, I know it. With Duran Duran in the car as he screams at horrible drivers, I know it.

I so fucking know it.

And it's fabulous.