Bean and I saw Frozen a few weeks ago. About ten minutes before the end, it turned out that one of the main characters had been lying the entire movie. Bean was so offended by this plot twist that he insisted we leave the theater. I was happy to oblige, and happier still when he wanted to do this because yes, there were photobooths long before there was Photo Booth.
I always look the same. Of course I could be wrong. I am a terrible judge of such things. I feel like I’ve looked more or less like I do now since I was 15, but I imagine my mother would disagree.
I’ll probably use this as my author photo. It’s good enough, I look content, and my hair is on its best behavior.
[ETA: This photo was taken in May. I’m like 30 pounds lighter now but I don’t think that matters. I’d use something more recent if I had it, but I don’t.]
Oh, how times have changed.
GPOY girlfriends from college. I think I’m pregnant in this photo. Either than or Bean was a baby because I recognize that empire waist top.
Either way, 2006 or 2007. These women are my rock.
GPOYW: Today has already been difficult. I am pushing through.
I love Wednesday, because instead of complaining, I can just post my spent all morning dealing with government agencies face.
I present Rabbit the cat, best kitty ever and my first child.
Mostly we called him The Bit.
Yesterday kind of sucked. But instead of brooding I went and got my hair chopped. My resulting newly and improved bedhead is totally fucking adorable, don’t you think?