sure as heckfire!

flying back from Denver. we surfed the sunset for about an hour. I am still like a little kid with window seats. those who lower their shades on airplanes have shriveled souls, I am certain. 

Sunday morning. watch out, the world's behind you. 

Broadway. and how. 

my dad taking a picture of Seattle. 

my neighborhood. 

my first thought when I saw this was "oh jeez" in a bad Minnesotan accent. 

Entropy in her newest aerie. I love living in places with cattable refrigerators. 

the self-checkout queue in the weird upper level of the thoroughly incongruous Broadway QFC extends down the foot & diaper aisle. otherwise I would have never noticed this. 

"how's your life going?"

"heeltastic as fuck."