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.
Hmmm, Japanese... Hmmm... But Scandinavian? Nah.
ReplyDeleteI know, man, I know. Minus the eyes (granted), I'm a prototype - yet people too often seem puzzled.
ReplyDelete"They already have."
ReplyDeleteThat quote makes me a confusasaur.
ReplyDeleteDid I have another ninja blackout you've been sparing telling me about, knowing how badly I'd feel?
ReplyDeleteI want my legs to SAVE, to be used for GOOD.