Aug 1, 2006

"FRANKLY, MR. SHANKLY, I'M A SICKENING WRECK"

Here I am on most days. Writing, focusing...



And, here I am the past few days, knowing my family reunion is this weekend.



The best part? Where my grandmother will push her hands on my forehead and tell me not to do that so I can avoid wrinkles. Little does she know I earned those lines. To cool my jets, I'm touching up my magenta stripes. Few things put me at ease like authenticity. And, few things make me crazy like a lack thereof.

3 comments:

Vile Blasphemer said...

That reminded me of one of those "Find what's different" games in kid's magazines- for a moment I thought they were the same photos.

AmHistorian said...

Just wait until she unleashes her critical analysis of Goofus and Gallant as a dialectic on social engineering.

Vile Blasphemer said...

Ha! Well said.