penis . . . I mean "platform envy"
A couple of people have been nagging me cuz I haven't added any entries for some time. So here I am again. Funny, because I know these people in real life and talk to them on a regular basis. Go figure. Anyway, anything I'd want to write about lateley is either too boring to subject others to or "inappropriate."
::Whoretoculturethinks about it::
Wait a second! Radiumhead is my best friend . . . and he's all about being inappropriate!! Damn, I guess I better lighten up a little here.
Speaking of inappropriateness, tonight I'm going to see VULGARAS at Arlene Grocery . . . amazingly cool, sick, piss yerself music and stage act . . . I highly recommended it. I'm so proud of Blueeyesnyc AKA "Ameryka." In the band and holding down two jobs?
OK, here's my dilemma. I am sick of being short. I'm about ready to jump on Radiumhead's "anti-tall people" bandwagon but will first try some alternatives. Why is it that I'm always hooking up with freaking tall-as-hell guys? I can never keep up with them while walking, and I am developing some serious back and neck problems from looking up all the time. Since my split with Anthony last year everyone I've hooked up with or dated has been over 6 feet tall. So today I bit the bullet and bought me a pair of cheap-ass, hooker 7 inch platform stilettos. Yeah, really tacky. I think that if if there is an appropriate place to wear these fuckin' gawd-awful things, it's at a Vulgaras show. At this point, I refuse to shell out tons of money that I do not have to buy "good" platforms. I did a similar experiment last year with cheap but cool-looking platform boots when I was hanging out with my "married friend." They only gave me an extra 4 inches. Didn't prove to be very helpful and walking in those things was utterly excruciating. And then there was the "incident at Carnegie Hall" with Mom's 1960's 4 inch brocade stilettos. Yes, I was pissed drunk and fell in the isle while exiting Carnegie Hall. In hindsight it's pretty fucking funny. Was it the booze or the heels? Probably both. So tonight I'm going to try the new shoes minus the booze. Still, I'll be lucky if I don't kill myself or break my ankle. I'm also sure that they will decrease my walking pace, so 6'3" b/f better keep this in mind. kinda seems pointless now, doesn't it? The benefits? 1) For the first time in my life I'll be tall and thin for a night and, 2) I'll be way taller than Radiumhead and can use the opportunity to make fun of him.
If I'm not mistaken, I thought I saw (while fucked up?) or heard that Razorart has some kick-ass cool 7 inch platforms. Is this true? Where the hell can I get decent mother fucking elevator shoes?
::Whoretoculturethinks about it::
Wait a second! Radiumhead is my best friend . . . and he's all about being inappropriate!! Damn, I guess I better lighten up a little here.
Speaking of inappropriateness, tonight I'm going to see VULGARAS at Arlene Grocery . . . amazingly cool, sick, piss yerself music and stage act . . . I highly recommended it. I'm so proud of Blueeyesnyc AKA "Ameryka." In the band and holding down two jobs?
OK, here's my dilemma. I am sick of being short. I'm about ready to jump on Radiumhead's "anti-tall people" bandwagon but will first try some alternatives. Why is it that I'm always hooking up with freaking tall-as-hell guys? I can never keep up with them while walking, and I am developing some serious back and neck problems from looking up all the time. Since my split with Anthony last year everyone I've hooked up with or dated has been over 6 feet tall. So today I bit the bullet and bought me a pair of cheap-ass, hooker 7 inch platform stilettos. Yeah, really tacky. I think that if if there is an appropriate place to wear these fuckin' gawd-awful things, it's at a Vulgaras show. At this point, I refuse to shell out tons of money that I do not have to buy "good" platforms. I did a similar experiment last year with cheap but cool-looking platform boots when I was hanging out with my "married friend." They only gave me an extra 4 inches. Didn't prove to be very helpful and walking in those things was utterly excruciating. And then there was the "incident at Carnegie Hall" with Mom's 1960's 4 inch brocade stilettos. Yes, I was pissed drunk and fell in the isle while exiting Carnegie Hall. In hindsight it's pretty fucking funny. Was it the booze or the heels? Probably both. So tonight I'm going to try the new shoes minus the booze. Still, I'll be lucky if I don't kill myself or break my ankle. I'm also sure that they will decrease my walking pace, so 6'3" b/f better keep this in mind. kinda seems pointless now, doesn't it? The benefits? 1) For the first time in my life I'll be tall and thin for a night and, 2) I'll be way taller than Radiumhead and can use the opportunity to make fun of him.
If I'm not mistaken, I thought I saw (while fucked up?) or heard that Razorart has some kick-ass cool 7 inch platforms. Is this true? Where the hell can I get decent mother fucking elevator shoes?