Is it because of the ocean? No. Is it because I'm sailing on a boat in the Atlantic Ocean? No. Is it because I'm on a dolphin watching trip on a boat in the Atlantic Ocean? No. Is it because I'm on a dolphin watching boat trip in the Atlantic Ocean with my sister, drinking Long Island Iced Tea and having a lovely time? NO! Why is this photograph so funny that it can be given the temporary title of BEST VACATION PHOTO, EVER!? IT'S BECAUSE OF THAT GUY! LOOK AT THAT GUY!!!
This photo was taken by me before I got my hair chopped off. It had to go - it was too long and I'd been growing out highlighted streaks. Gone now! I can see the bleached parts in this picture, but I'm not sure if others can. Whatever, now I have a different 'do.
These are photos of yours truly, echo, taken in May. The image below is one of the first photographs of me with my new haircut. I look maniacal on purpose. There is also that gesture I'm making with my hand. It's an inside joke, but I'm sure it's a funny view to those who aren't aware of what I'm referencing.
Good lord, my teeth are a godawful yellow. Adds to the overall effect of the image... Don't confuse that with me wanting to have stained teeth. I've started using various whitening products. I'd rather have a nice porcelain white going on. The terrible colour may add to this photo's amusement factor, but it certainly doesn't do anything good for me in person or in other photographs.
Mags recently insisted you need a child to get into Chuck E. Cheese. Not only do these photos prove that to be untrue, this post makes them finally available to Jennzah. In our eyes, I look better in one photo and Jennzah looks better in the other. That made it easy to decide which one of us would get which photo. She forgot to take hers when she left. I still have the "actual" pictures. Unfortunately, I'm not very good at mailing things in a timely manner. She will receive her copy some day ;)
Blame the rapper who goes by the name of "Mike Jones". I was going to "call it in". That means I was going to call Mike Jones, who insists I know him in a song that may even be named something like "My name is Mike Jones" or "You know my name". Anyway, during at least one point in the song, he shouts out his phone number with a 'you-should-know-it-already' attitude. He definitely wants people to call. He proclaims that he hasn't changed; he makes similar statements about his situation - in other words, not only has he NOT changed, but the phone number he includes surely hasn't changed either.
Should you hear this song, don't believe it. This dude has changed. Or at least changed his phone number. I was going to call him the other night and simultaneously record the conversation or voice message for your listening pleasure. No dice. The number is disconnected.
To the right is my purse, which can also be used as a weapon. It's made of metal, people! Another featured item in my arsenal: the CD case to the left (or to the right of The Purse, if you are The Purse) in the photo.
Like I could really fit this information in a tiny box. Believe me, I could go on and on about me... I'm quite the expert on this subject. That being said: after years and years of Internet usage, I've filled out so many "about me" things that I'm a bit sick of it. So sick that I've decided to start a clique or webring for personal "about me" pages and profiles.