Accidentally exposing myself never gets any easier. You’d think after I’d flashed all of southern Spain, or been photographed semi-topless by a stranger next to MLK, or groped myself sitting in an Indian restauran, or exposed myself to an entire wedding I would have come to grips with my clothes propensity to showcase my body …

That is, to say, I’m having quite a good year so far. I’m also having a year filled with goal making and organization and planning. (Surprising fact about me – though I’m far too lazy to follow-through with such things, I love making plans.) (Most of the excitement of said planning comes from the idea …