Another Thursday night... which means Perversion abounds. This photo set started out like any other - my standing in front of the wall of doom - and ended up with me prancing all over my apartment complex to snap pix... to the horror of my neighbors. HI NEIGHBORS!
You have NO idea how fucking hard it is to get airborne in those boots. A six inch platform isn't light, people.
Everyone please take note. Slytherin rules your face off. We are evil fuckers and proud. And that is NOT a red and gold Gryffindor scarf peeking under my arm!
I was interrupted in the midst of my posing to take a phone call from the HB crew. It was very important to photographically document this. The FBI asked me too.
After said phone call, I started getting adventurous.
You're noting the lack of pictures with my friends outside the Knitting Factory. This is because the flash on my SideKick is weak like a dehydrated five-year old. Fascists. But the World has become lax about bringing cameras to the club which can only be good for my extreme cam whoredom!