5 inches closer to heaven

did some practicing this weekend. learned a few things like, the top of my fridge is filthy. also that asking aloud "am i in a blackout?" can actually help prevent blacking out by acting as a sort of marker-in-time for future recall.

The new kicks are a riot to wear but are about as hard to stand up in as water skiis. Not easy fucking spirits! i had my semi-pro water skier friend give them a spin around the block and he nailed it. he also looked like a football player in heels -- easy on the protien shakes bro!



















my do's getting pretty out-of-control-long, to the point that i am considering a diffuser attachment for the hair dryer as an alternative to a wig, for maybe a more masculine look which can still be totally classic:



















but the heels are serious damn business. i have to admit the feeling is pretty amazing. the closest comparison is the first time i drove a motorcycle. the sort of experience that can cracked my mind way open and made me understand instantly. glad to know that feeling is not totally uncommon