I got these from my brother's girlfriend Mimmi, because they were too big for her. She's taller than I am yes, really, 5' 11 so I don't understand how they can be too big for her, but hey, I'm not complaining.
Cute shoes for free, yes please. I'm crazy about Mimmi. Seriously, she's the best gf my brother has ever had. Yesterday I threatened to end the siblingship if my brother ever broke up with her.
Not that I would ever end the siblingship with my brother, I love him to pieces. Apart from yellow shoe euphoria, I've had a crap day. Not hungover, I think, I feel really sick and ice cold. Hog flu maybe? Because a gallbladder attack from Hell and lyme disease clearly aren't enough ailments for one summer!
Stay tuned. The story "Drunken Muse" was audio recorded on a hidden voice recorder during the conversations about two decades ago.
The story-teller didn't know or consent to the recording. The audio tapes on compact cassettes were never used. The records were partially damaged and lost. I am so pumped to get back to painting as I return to the second year of the art school after a full year suspension. Art studios are the huge L-shaped lofts with super tall ceilings 20 feet no less with the wall to wall windows so that sunlight illuminates the space from south and east side designed for the purpose so that one could paint there from morning till sunset.
