Nonsense

zoom fatigue set in. five minutes is too long to make myself presentable. it takes four to brush and floss and that’s not even a complete regimen.

the signature look is no makeup, a bun atop my head and glasses. old library lady isn’t what i was going for but she kinda just met me along the way. she’s cute and depending on the day can pass anywhere from thirty to seventy. she still gets a kick out of wearing a sweater and underwear to present financial information to people who’ve tuned out the world.

they don’t care.

doesn’t matter if two people or fifty show up.

few care about money that doesn’t have potential to line their pockets. those that do prefer to meet in person.

one-way effort is a drag so for them i wear a dress, let my hair down and apply a liberal amount of chapstick.

speaking of chapstick; i have drawers filled with them and don’t know when it happened. it’s probably the most underwhelming collection fetish of the year.

what i do know is there will never be a dry set of lips in the house as long as i’m around.