oh, the funny… it hurts me so!
tiffanie got a keeper at the bonfire on saturday:
i like the contrast between erik, all stylishly pensive in the background, and me, with chipmunk cheeks and marshmallow on my shirt…
and by “i like,” i mean: “i consciously elect to reject mortification and embrace the potential for humor instead.”
speaking of flickr, i just took the plunge and went pro.
so all my montreal pics are back (some of them had gone away)
and i expect i’ll be taking advantage of some setmaking power here pretty soon.
w00t.
now i just have to fix my camera…
* pout *
May 8th, 2006 at 11:56 pm
I feel like a comment from a stranger would be inappropriate here (moreso than usual) but I’m really effected by the way my foot instinctively presses against an imaginary brake pedal when I look at that. Very in-the-headlights expression.
OR instead of screeching tires I hear David Attenborough narrating the smores hunting technique of the freckled blue eyed North American… I dunno.
You could never pull off stylishly pensive, but you rock accidently adorable.
(I won’t ask questions if you edit or delete this comment)
May 9th, 2006 at 3:27 am
like i could make it say: “you could Totally top erik at the stylish pensive if you were in the mood, i’m sure, but you Also rock accidentally adorable. you’re just an all-around wunderkind.”
that would be sweet.
and ok, kind of creepy, but…
such is the price we pay for the truth!
May 15th, 2006 at 2:43 am
Maybe I meant ‘affect’. I can’t never get that straight.