Today I found a damask mad hatter type outfit and a corset so I put it in and proceeded to walk around the university I work at with it on over my normal clothes and had all the international students take photos with me and had two international boys ask if I was “married or a bachelor?”. They then proceed to follow me around until I grabbed a member of the student association and leapt off with her and if that isn’t the weirdest story of someone’s day I don’t know what is.
I’m restlessly tired and a bit displeased with myself for how much I’ve let my body slide so I think I should stop drinking tea, read sections of The Book Thief and listen to David Bowie and anyone who wants to talk privately or otherwise can do so in the next half an hour while I wind down.
The thing I like most about yoga is that one random straight guy who doesn’t really try very hard to get all the moves right or progress past the first level because he isn’t in any sort of competition.
I will never get bored with the existence of that guy.