This weather makes me feel like a bag of old bones just like that fist pumping/threatening skeleton below. Or is he just checking his manicure?
I'm also going to run some errands, including mailing some 6 inch platform knee high boots I wore 10 years ago to raves (and also in public) and recently sold on ebay I sold another, shorter pair last week and the guy at the post office made fun of me. They're off to Massachusetts to an appreciative goth/raver/short person who also buys corsets on ebay.
Want to see some old photos of me at a rave? TOO BAD.
Happy leap year day!