Ashamedly, I just don't want to wear shoes anymore. I'll still wear 'em to church and restaurants, but... oh, I dread it.

Simplicity keeps poking me in the ribs, persisting that we be allies. Fine, I don't want my stuff. Rather than disposing of it, I'm finding proper homes for it all. Goodbye, stuff. Hello, oxygen.

Anoche, I went to a party at my friend's new apartment at 21st & Cincinnati. Talk about immaculate. It was tiny, clad in white crown moldings and rustic wood floors. I wanted to move in and live there for the rest of eternity. Oh, how I long...