Vogue announces the end of summer with its 832 page edition; Fall Fashion Spectacular!. I don't remember why I thought a subscription to Vogue would be a good idea, probably something about collaging.
We are fiesty and dehydrated and pissed off. And we are your neighbor, your priest, the guy who delivers your mail and a retired circus animal all wrapped up in one. The fascination with accusation comes with a bit of sugar and a whole lot of relief; if they aren't screaming at you safety seems like a more accurate possibility.
I ate mandrin oranges out of a can and I shopped and I laughed thinking about how terrible I must look. How forgetable. They always say you are beautiful in the mornings anyways.
I should have been a politician.