last night before bed, i was reading The Savage Girl. It’s a slow, clumsy book about models and trendspotters– basically about marketing and people obsessed with surfaces. i keep reading it because i am a masochist or something.

the book totally infiltrated my mind last night. i kept waking up, tossing and turning and saying to myself “oh, what about the trendspotters?” “will the marketing people buy this?” “what about chas’ presentation, once he’s finished they’ll love it.”

this kind of scares me.