I love that the journalist has been elevated to folk hero status. We can only hope that they don't martyr him. Then they'd have some shit to deal with.
Reading: Trying to finish Patti Smith's memoir. Love it, but I've been distracted by the shiny and wooly. Listening to: Marie Irshad on her brilliant podcast Knitcast . Toes: dark red again. Boring! Ma and I went for a cheap super-deluxe pedicure on our bi-weekly date. The aggressively thorough massage chair got at least third base with me as two very nice sisters rubbed our legs for the best part of an hour. It was the best part of an hour. Despite Ma's intention to have any polish other than orange, the polish she picked ("bronze") did turn out rather sparkly disco orange. I ordered up a pair of painted yellow flowers on her big toes. Her toenails could not be further than her modest personality. I am sure she sits in Mass this morning, slightly disturbed by the flashiness of what's in her shoes. Since payday has come and gone: my indulgences this month A new cologne called Contemplation by Tokyomilk . It smell more of cedarwood, thyme and sparkle than anyt...
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I always read your blog with a slight British accent...I do not know why, but it seems to fit.