Skin Coat

I just want to create memories after all.  I don't want to get a full night's sleep in.  I don't want to have tomorrow planned out.  I want to go with the flow.  I want to be carried away in life.  I want to run outdoors naked like an Indian.  I want to be free.

I'm also thinking about the fact that my skin is notoriously bad these days.  As an experiment, I solemnly swear to go without carbonated beverages of a non-energy-based formula for the month of October (from this point forward) as well as add several new habits into my daily schedule such as the following: washing my face/neck/back before bed, applying lotion before bed, applying J&J oil directly following showers, drinking more water, etc.  Consider this my route to Shannyn-Sossamon-style happiness.  (My skin will obviously darken and become less freckled as a direct result of my choices to improve my health and overall clarity.)

Dog problems, dog problems, dog problems.  

And once my skin becomes a goddess-like coat cascading my bodily frame, I will begin to re-enter the art of photography, taking nudies so I can draw my first naked body (cuz I just realized I've never drawn a naked body, much less my own).  Until then, I'll just wear lots of clothes and makeup and pretend like I run a fashion blog and care only of aLl ThINgs ALEXA CHUNG and BAMBI NORTHWOOD-BLYTH and ERIN WASSON.

It's whatever.