Terrorized or Accessorized

I woke up to the news this morning that shit was blowing up in London. And I paused for a moment and thought about what's happening in the world.

People are dead in London. My heart goes out to the families who have lost their loved ones. Alerts are orange here in America. I felt, for a moment, some creeping fear and then I made up my mind about what I was going to do about today's upsetting news.

I ironed the new shirt Ryan gave me, put on my new hat and once I got to work, after doing some volunteer work for an AIDS service organization, I asked an Angry Black Bitch to take my photo.

In the face of catastrophe, I reacted the only way I know how: doing some good and looking cute. Oh! I also imagined ways to get Lenny Kravtiz naked. But that's an everyday kinda thing....

If you're reading this - I urge you to turn off CNN and go volunteer somewhere, go ride your bike, go buy some lipstick. You're not doing any fucking thing to improve yourself or this world watching the dead bodies get pulled from the Underground.

And that's it from me today.