i am really, really sweaty.

and really, really tired, but totally happy. the art festival was rad, i bought a very cool present for my mom, i'm pretty sure i saw lidia bastianich, had a lemon ice, went to a barbeque that had a lot of nice kids, saw an awesome show, and bought a new lip stain. it was a million degrees outside, and did i mention i got kind of sweaty? no matter how hot it is, no matter how much weight i lose in water, i simply cannot wear a skirt without a slip. hello, OCD. the slips, they are usually made of synthetic fibers, which never, ever, in a million years breathe. i can actually feel the salt crystals on my skin. grossed out yet? think about how i feel. i'm going to have to rinse off before bed.

also, dear little jack lawrence,

you are so ridiculously adorable. i met you once at a blanche show and i was drunk on dirty martinis and i think i scared you a little, but you should know i was there tonight to see you just as much as i was there to see jack white. my roommate, she is also a little jack convert. we really wanted to take you home with us. not in a weird, misery sort of way, but more in a "let us feed you cookies and give you the remote to the tv."

okay, now i have rinse and hit the hay. sleep! whooo!