Monday, February 14, 2011
kees me
no! wait! what will the world think? this can never be! no. stay away. we cannot give into our lust.
[this love story brought to you by my new best friend, taggart, a russian blue bundle of love.]
Thursday, January 13, 2011
the ultimate humiliation
let's start at the end.
now back to the beginning. see, it was the first snowy day here in chicago. and my mom thought that meant it was time to pull out this cutesy little sweater and matching boots.
i think you can tell from these photos that she broke my spirit by forcing me to wear that ridiculous get-up.
so then when we came home, i had to rub every single memory of the humiliation out of my body.
apparently there's this thing called static that i didn't know about, however. it was so strong that it made my ears float.
how could you do this to me, mom? and dad, you just sat there, laughing.
i'll never forgive you.
here's a slideshow of the whole scarring episode. i'll never be the same.
From 2010 First Snow Day |
now back to the beginning. see, it was the first snowy day here in chicago. and my mom thought that meant it was time to pull out this cutesy little sweater and matching boots.
From 2010 First Snow Day |
From 2010 First Snow Day |
From 2010 First Snow Day |
i think you can tell from these photos that she broke my spirit by forcing me to wear that ridiculous get-up.
From 2010 First Snow Day |
so then when we came home, i had to rub every single memory of the humiliation out of my body.
From 2010 First Snow Day |
From 2010 First Snow Day |
From 2010 First Snow Day |
From 2010 First Snow Day |
From 2010 First Snow Day |
apparently there's this thing called static that i didn't know about, however. it was so strong that it made my ears float.
From 2010 First Snow Day |
From 2010 First Snow Day |
From 2010 First Snow Day |
From 2010 First Snow Day |
how could you do this to me, mom? and dad, you just sat there, laughing.
i'll never forgive you.
From 2010 First Snow Day |
here's a slideshow of the whole scarring episode. i'll never be the same.
some options for next year's holiday card
or maybe this one. i was going for an "oh santa, i'm so nervous you're not going to give me the bully stick i asked for!" look.
sleeping in my father's lap
post-holiday time
here's me, after christmas dinner. i was very good. i didn't overeat (in fact, i refused to eat for two days straight) and i definitely didn't drink too much.
i wish i could say the same for my uncle obi.
we shouldn't judge him. that never-ending bowl of water plus secret under-the-table turkey from poppa really did him in.
this is my fiance, lucy
you know how i know we're in love?
because i piddled on her couch and she didn't even care. in fact, i think she kind of respected me for it.
bow chicka bow bow
tha's right. now lay that fiiiiine body down. right there, like that. ohhh yeah, baby, this is gonna be so great.
alright now honey, that's right, now turn on over...that's right. BECAUSE I'M GOING TO TICKLE THE CRAP OUT OF YOUR TUMMY!!!
alright now honey, that's right, now turn on over...that's right. BECAUSE I'M GOING TO TICKLE THE CRAP OUT OF YOUR TUMMY!!!
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