I keep telling myself that I have enough clothes and that I should just save my money for quality pieces and then I find items like this cute little jumpsuit. It was cheap and cheerful and I know that I will wear it a lot because as much as I love little skirts, I love the freedom of not having to check that my legs are shut every five seconds. What can I say, I'm a real lady.
The mark on my leg is a scar from before Christmas, when I burnt my leg by falling asleep on a hot water bottle. Don't ask. I've been berated a thousand times over for the idiocy of it, but I was completely drugged up on over-the-counter flu medication at the time, and I was convinced that I was dying of the swine flu.
Otherwise, I am reading some of the last works of Foucault on what he calls 'Technologies of the Self' and I am completely absorbed in it. I have a feeling I will be sharing a lot of his philosophies on this little blog, as he deals with many of the things that I reflect upon (in a much more eloquent and intelligent manner). I just need to get a real feel for the material before I start rattling off the things that I've read.
Spring has Sprung, and it's around that time of the year when everyone begins to fall madly in love. I am anticipating a heady rush of lovers fawning over each other in the sunshine while I curse under my breath. It has already started, as people around me are falling in love that I never expected would. Don't they know that this is how babies are made?! I have luckily been impervious to this temporary madness as I have taken great precautions to protect myself from it throughout the years. :) Just kidding (kind of). You know, deep down inside I'm a real softie but I've learnt to reserve that softness for someone who can earn my trust.
Until then, my lover's name is Foucault.
The mark on my leg is a scar from before Christmas, when I burnt my leg by falling asleep on a hot water bottle. Don't ask. I've been berated a thousand times over for the idiocy of it, but I was completely drugged up on over-the-counter flu medication at the time, and I was convinced that I was dying of the swine flu.
Otherwise, I am reading some of the last works of Foucault on what he calls 'Technologies of the Self' and I am completely absorbed in it. I have a feeling I will be sharing a lot of his philosophies on this little blog, as he deals with many of the things that I reflect upon (in a much more eloquent and intelligent manner). I just need to get a real feel for the material before I start rattling off the things that I've read.
Spring has Sprung, and it's around that time of the year when everyone begins to fall madly in love. I am anticipating a heady rush of lovers fawning over each other in the sunshine while I curse under my breath. It has already started, as people around me are falling in love that I never expected would. Don't they know that this is how babies are made?! I have luckily been impervious to this temporary madness as I have taken great precautions to protect myself from it throughout the years. :) Just kidding (kind of). You know, deep down inside I'm a real softie but I've learnt to reserve that softness for someone who can earn my trust.
Until then, my lover's name is Foucault.
[Michel Foucault]
