My lovely new shoes that the waif got me in It'ly. I wish it would stop raining so I could wear them. Or maybe I should just move to It'ly. Yeah, that's a better idea.
My bad ass bike. It's tiny. Like...for a tiny person. And the front wheel is smaller than the back, so people tell me it's funny-looking. Then I run over them.
My dinosaur eyeball bell. When I ring this bad boy...bitches better move.
The cut I got on Friday morning when I tried to shave my legs. This is what I get for trying to be a decent woman. I mean, most women allow themselves to turn into Sasquatch once Fall hits. I've vowed to not be one of those women, and look what I get for my trouble. It effing hurt, too. I think I severed an artery or something. 
That's all I have for the moment. I mean, I'm sure I have things to say about stuff and I know I've been meaning to post the pictures from Drink for the Cure II...but I don't feel that I have the energy to do it today. Today I only have the energy to post these...go work out...bathe (again)...change...and meet the Crew for some hipster watching and libations. I love me some Saturday night.
