Wednesday, August 12, 2009M. is dressed as a sailor. Her top is black with 6 huge buttons and a flap. Her pants are white.
"I'm in the Bahamas," she tells me. "This is my bathing suit."
Her purse is a spectacle all on its own. The border is giraffe skin, the middle is a wild zebra print, and there is a big leather Peace sign bejeweled with what M. says are real diamonds. Wow.
M. offers advice on nutrition: "If it's delicious, don't eat it."
She is leaving work early to get her face peeled. Before she heads out, she leans over to her cube mate and says, "My lunchbox smells like fart. Do you want to know why it smells like fart? Because last night I farted in it and zipped it up."
And then she's gone.