my going out uniform. biggest top possible + glorified undie. free flowing and cheek hanging.
cactus cooler chaser. trying to counteract my goblet of fire.
b.f. not pleased with that stiff pour. not. one. bit. but don't think he didn't polish it off.
these sort of remind me of some old skool frankie b.'s. lace ups. you know you had those when they were cool. that 2 inch rise....yikes.
my vision, my photography: blurry.
i do not endorse sunglasses at night. let me just make that verrrrry clear. i have no idea where these came from. or why i'm clutching the menu so tightly. damn you, grey goose.
friend's band. my post hiatus.....my killer headache....and my inability to pontificate? blame it on the alcohol. let's just say the patron didn't really get me in the zone. but i'm back to responsible sally. and tuesday. which is basically as lame as monday, lets be honest.