  that my posts are dealing more and more with the stupid frivolous things I did over the weekend. The onset of the warm weather makes me shallow... I start to centre around partying, sitting on patios and getting a great tan. It's the season of the exterior.. outside in the world, outside of my body. I don't do nearly as much contemplation as I do in winter. It's easier in winter, shut up in a house with only the TV and books. Summer is all about being easy-going, lightening up on clothes and attitudes. More sunshine, less worry. Is it like that for everyone in this city? The grey clouds and snow disapear and we're suddenly left with similarly evaporating amounts of intellectual thought? I will have to think up a good rant for tomorrow. Something that I can really fill my bra with. Okay, yes, I'm still obessesed with my boobs. See?! Shallow, at best! 
