This day exists, goddamnit.

Socially-accepted levels of insanity...

no subtitle necessary


GOOD LUCK on that admission!

... it's best not to watch ...

"The Dark Secret Behind Quirky Romantic Comedies"

Watching kate pitter-patter across a sunset, here with my adoptive SF beach family, her footprints scattered across this fine evening...
Wine, capricious -- serenity, too.

"Do your feet work?"
[puzzled look from behind dark lenses]
"Your feet, do they work?"
"Yes" [duh]
"Good, I want to show you something over that hill, and from afar your shoes looked as proper as your hair -- which is fabulous BTW -- I'm glad they're rainboots and not leather."
[giddy] "I'm a stylist!"

Helping kate splittler-splatter along a cliffside, we dance the rocky esplanade, eyefucking these skylines just a last few times.