Las Vegas

I went to Las Vegas and everything was cool but still felt kind of weird. I liked all of the art and excess and crazily clad showgirls just walking around.

I wanted to stare and just take in all of the details of feather and sequin and 0% body fat, but I didn’t have my glasses on so everything was a little blurry . Also, I didn’t want to be a weirdo staring perv lady. Because it was a non-pervy motivation.

They were just really beautiful. I like seeing beautiful places and people and things. And sometimes ideas. They’re so shiny and symmetrical.