Soundtrack:  "Bad Boy" - The Jive Bombers



Ryan's back from his 6-week cross-country road trip, yay!
We drove to his parents' house  in Jersey and along the way I got a guided tour of all the seedy Jersey
motels where hookers have been found murdered and all the places where Ryan had been arrested
when he was a kid (not for killing hookers though).
Here he is in on his dad's Soloflex.



He's always telling me that I should be more girly by wearing high heels and I'm always telling him
that they fuckin hurt and I can't walk in them. So for his birthday I got him a pair of giant stilettos and
made him walk all the way from Veselka to Canal Street in them and he totally did! He even vogued
in them. What a trooper! The next day I was inspired to wear some piddling 3" wedge heels but after
walking for 10 blocks my feet started killing me and I had to jump in a cab. I called Ryan and asked
him if he was sore from wearing the heels last night and he wasn't at all! Meanwhile I have blisters.
What's wrong with me? Why am I such a heel wuss???


Happy birthday, little boy!