a bikini counts?
i have not shared my thoughts or mundane minutiae with any of you in so long that i do believe i have forgotten how to do so. the lack of internet at our apartment makes any sort of journal continuity near impossible, as i loathe attempting to sneak an update in while at work. i simply cannot concentrate on what i would like to say while surrounded by the retail madness that is wacko. it is difficult to maintain narrative honesty.
that said, i am at work today cataloguing what rare books my boss has in his office - a smattering of art, film, & photography (there is an amazing book on butoh!). the soap plant site will have a nice rare books section eventually - stay tuned.
i would, of course, rather be outside in grasses, reading whatever my hands find, splayed out in my black bikini.
this bikini is being worn under my short summer dress currently, a quiet rebellion offered whenever strap & seam peek out & are noticed by the passerby. take that, sunday workday! i have summer on the mind.
that said, i am at work today cataloguing what rare books my boss has in his office - a smattering of art, film, & photography (there is an amazing book on butoh!). the soap plant site will have a nice rare books section eventually - stay tuned.
i would, of course, rather be outside in grasses, reading whatever my hands find, splayed out in my black bikini.
this bikini is being worn under my short summer dress currently, a quiet rebellion offered whenever strap & seam peek out & are noticed by the passerby. take that, sunday workday! i have summer on the mind.