No one seems to know what radical means.

Or, radical lifestyle, for that matter.

I've been thinking a lot about living intentionally. 

Also, living colorfully. 

I'm about to embark upon a journey involving a crazy haircut. Maybe that will help my quest for radical-ness.

I would also like to buy some red lipstick. I have never been brave enough to do this, much less wear it. 

Baby steps.

Can you be radically simple? I think what I mean is unique. Or something.

Herm. I don't really know what I mean. 

I'm just tired of wearing blase clothes and wearing my long hair in a ponytail. It's time for something crazy.

Something radical.

Some call this "creepy." I call it "people-watching."

At one point a guy walked through the garden, looked at me, and said, "You doin' ok?" I was a little surprised that he 1) noticed me, and 2) was considerate enough to inquire after my state of being. I responded in the affirmative, and he walked away. It was nice.

I had my first bike-riding fail yesterday. I've told the story so many times now that I don't think I can muster the energy to type the details, but basically what happened:

I swerved to avoid hitting a pedestrian. He walked into me. I fell into the street. My bike fell on top of me. I was not injured, but I was severely mortified. He helped me up, picked up my bike, and asked me another 349587 times if I was ok. I assured him I was. I climbed onto my bike and rode away quickly.

I have lots of bruises.

I've been drinking 60 oz. of water every day. 

My bedtime is at 10:30, but I haven't been able to get to bed until at least midnight every night this week.

There is hand sanitizer everywhere.