Thursday, January 18, 2007

frick

I got my Frick Library card today! Woo hoo!

Go ahead. Say it: I'm one bad-ass Muter Fricker.

Afterwards (and a few drinks), some dude was staring at my legs, bound in the French-y toile velvet tights one likes to call 'the whole of Art history on [my] legs,' so I looked at him deadpan and he smiles as if he's onto something.

I did not like this.

"If you're thinking they can kick the shit out of you, you're right."

Someday I'm sooo getting my arse beat.

5 comments:

  1. Hmmm, Japanese... Hmmm... But Scandinavian? Nah.

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  2. I know, man, I know. Minus the eyes (granted), I'm a prototype - yet people too often seem puzzled.

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  3. Did I have another ninja blackout you've been sparing telling me about, knowing how badly I'd feel?

    I want my legs to SAVE, to be used for GOOD.

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