I don’t usually wear pants (because I usually wear skirts and dresses, guys. Jeez), but today I wore jeans because they went better with the shirt I was wearing. It was weird. I kept catching glimpses of myself in mirrors and thinking, “who’s that hot dude with the Totoro purse? Oh, that’s me.”
Just kidding. My hips are way too womanly to mistake for a dude.
Key Art/Cast Photo: It’s Alway Sunny In Philadelphia Season 7
I don’t even know why any other show would do publicity stills or key art after this.
I lost it when I saw the cat with the yellow socks.
Going through my old Twitpic photos today, I have discovered a few things:
1. The first photo. It cracks me up. I believe it’s from Halloween 2006 and I went as an 80’s prom queen, though I apparently got a little wild after I met that guy and he gave me a super badass candy cigarette.
2. My hair changes a lot. A LOT.
3. The second photo, which I captioned “Glamour is totally underestimating me.” Actually, a friend suggested throwing paint on a naked man, which is not something I had thought of. Glitter, yes. Paint, no. So I lost that one.
This is Sophie Fatale. She belongs to my roommate, who named her Sophie, but I just watched Kill Bill and decided to add Fatale on there. I renamed the kitten Janet Snakehole.
I wonder what the employees of various businesses that I have patronized have to say about me when they go in the back room. I mean, I get the gist of what they think occasionally, cause I’ve gotten asked out in a note written on receipt paper before (true story…fellas), but I wonder about my negative feedback sometimes. I’ll bet they talked shit about me at the Taco Bell near where I used to live cause I argued with them about the meaning of “regular” in relation to drink size. When you say regular, you think of medium, right? Who thinks small? Come on.
