Campy

I'm at girl grappling camp right now, which is awesome and also in Minnesota, which is nice because I miss my home state. People here don't say bubbler which I will never accept nor adopt. Anyway, I heard some reports last night at our pre-camp dinner that the Brazilian bikini wax post has been read by many, including male members of the species, and that is cool. However, that whole post is an overshare. So there are people out there in this world, people whom I have never met and therefore with whom I would not discuss pubes or pube removal, who have read or heard a detailed account of my pubic escapades. Including haiku. So far I feel ok with that, which is good because I am the one who wrote that post and disseminated it to the world so if I'm bothered by it I have no one to blame but my waxed-cooch-having self.

Anyway, camp! So excited for a week of the grapple, cool women, and everything about it really. And hotel room all alone! By myself! I like that. I've always felt a certain kinship with Ted Kaczynski and his commitment to isolation and also math. I feel less drawn to his bombing of people. And if I wrote a manifesto it would be less about the industrialized world and its rape of nature and human freedom and more about the unacceptable nature of entitlement and stupidity seen on some of the HGTV shows. I mean really, on House Hunters, there are people who are all, "I don't like this one, look at the paint color in that bathroom", but are all,"OMG this house is so great. Even though that wall looks like it has cancer and the septic tank is in the living room." That is just stupid because paint is not a big deal but feces in your living room, contained or free, is unsanitary as evidenced by the tank being called septic rather than disinfected or uncontaminated.

On that note it is time for the breakfast buffet and I am all about performance at a buffet so I must stretch a little and also get dressed. Nudity is frowned upon at Minnesota hotels.