Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

These days, as they are shorter and the darkness longer, the temps are dropping and the once brilliantly colored trees are starting to drop their seasonal garlands.  I've always loved fall, which admitting it probably makes me a little basic white bitch.  Usually I would say oh well, but these days . . . eh.  National events aside, the power to persevere in the face of life itself is sometimes lost on even me.  Moments in between, and stopping to literally smell the falling leaves, has kept a balance.  Not a metaphorical one--as that one is just crazy, spiraled, and ugly--but a literal moment in time to stop and stare. A little array from a Long Island campus (left to and far right and the Bronx in the middle).  Yet, these days I've got an ugly planner . . . one that is colored, just about indexed, and as I'm told every minute of the day is planned.  Just about . . .That being said, a crushing schedule comes on the heels of needing to find norm...

I could lie and tell you in light of the impending Crown Jewel of Hallmark Holidays I replenished my lingerie drawer.  I could.  Yet, like a bad penny that always comes back, I'm too damned honest.  I've been home a whopping three weeks (shocker, I know . . . hold your gasps, it won't be for much longer), and in that time an impressive list of to-dos has been done and an even more surmounting of stitching has been done.   Last year, about to the day, I posted the first (of a few  (or this one  too)) diatribe on bra making.  Then, there was the one post where my Mom and Dad (who apparently read things their daughter writes--who knew!) found out about my newest tattoos.  Yea, that sports bra  and top is like a feat of gravity in and of its own . . . though, the final frontier is a strapless.  I heard a rumor of one being released this year, and let's just say if that happens I'm all about that.  No lie.   Anywho . . . L...