of late i’ve been missing my vital, 8 essential hours of  beauty  public decency sleep.

last night was a skant 4 hours of what felt like a mere genuflect into the cold sheets.

my face has a mpaa rating of F.

rather than spackling and cloaking the deep ravines and dark shadows that once bespoke joy, lightness & twirl, i’m masking the whole damn thing.

fashion statement or fashion crime?

thursday happy m’loves.