My mom suggested that I wear this chemical filtering mask, but I decided to go for the cancer patient look over a person fearful of Y2K armageddon.
I'm also beginning to plan my relocation back to the East Coast, with, perhaps, a brief interlude somewhere else, but I'm not saying where because I don't want to jinx it. Okay, back to work. You haven't lived until you've waved a heavy power sander over your head for an extended period of time while standing precariously atop a step ladder. Or something.
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This is officially my new favorite picture of you. I'll be expecting my framed copy in next week's mail.
Holy Christ - you're hot. I've been reading your blog because it's fun and entertaining and I assumed that you were like the girls that I know who are fun and entertaining. You know, they're fat. But not you.
Hahaha. For all you know I may have really mangled teeth or, like, a missing nose. Once I was at the mall when I was little and I saw a lady with a missing nose. It was terrifying.
Hahahahaha! VG is quite hot, but I think it's funny that one concluded this from this favoritist picture ever with a surgical mask and big chemistry lab glasses covering 3/4 of the face and, uh, a trucker hat?
it's not a trucker hat! it's just one of those cheap adjustable baseball caps that my dad clearly purchased in the 1980s.
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