being tall FUUUUUU
Driving? Check. (squeeze in, readjust seat, fix all mirrors, repeat after someone else drives)
Night clubs? Check. (no head room, no warning, stop putting this things in basements …Oww, my forehead… how the fuck did that overhang in my face meet city building codes?).
Planes? Check. (knees, oww. Arms, oww. Back, doing ok for the moment… no, please don’t take the middle seat. omfg, I’m going to fall out of my tiny seat in this turbulence and crush everyone like the boulder in Indiana Jones.)
Computer at work? Whenever I use a lap top.
Shoes? Check. (What do you mean you only carry up to 10? And that the only shoes you have are good for a Halloween costume or a funeral?)
Jeans? Check. (chose between looking like I take fashion cues from Steve Erkle (too short) or Hillary Clinton (extreme belting)… joy.)
Ice skating? Brought my own! :D
Bed? Check. (feet cold, hanging off the end, like sleeping in a box… try diagonal, works when not having to share)
Missing: coats (tight shoulders and bare wrists are a fashion statement), shirts (sure, I love midrifts… right), historical tours (…thanks for the helmet), basements (air-duct, meet my face).
