And now, like the morning after a rowdy night at a questionable bar making immoral life-choices, I'm sitting here taking in the aftermath of my actions.
|With my Freshman college roommate. We were dressing up like 80s harlots. For fun. While sober.|
|High school prom, 1997. Check out the OG Hipster!|
|Dressed head-to-toe in mens clothing from the Salvation Army. This could have been taken at any point in my pre-children years.|
Embarrassing? Sure. But comforting, too. I don't really want to go back to having cherry-red hair, right? It's good that I left my Manic Panic in the 1990s, you know? And who needs 18-year-old legs, anyway, AMIRITE?!
OH GOD SOMEONE HOLD ME.
Maybe it's time for another tattoo.