Lila Prime

A bland, mildly amusing, G-rated personal anecdote follows, ideally suited to a vanity blog like this one. Several weeks ago, I lost a soc...

This morning I checked the weather, then unpacked my fancy spherical skiing goggles and deployed my full-head fleece layers in the Mom-Paten...

The rooster is a national symbol of Portugal, so it adorns every item in the touristy part of town. I managed to restrain myself from buyi...

I am extremely averse to hoards, and with every move I become more resentful of my own possessions. They take up so much volume! And weight!...

Last week I went shopping for jeans to supplement my ever-dwindling supply . I dislike shopping and trying on clothing. In order to expedi...

Today was beautiful, unseasonably warm, with most of the snow melted away. I took the opportunity to dress in a silly manner. Self-portrait...

Hats! ... as usual, none of them were big enough to fit over my giant watermelon head. This post's theme word: froward, "headstrong...

I tore through the upper leg of my jeans while biking. My thighs are just so vigorous and powerful that no pants can contain them. A crotc...