Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Midlife Crisis

I don't know if I'm having a midlife crisis OR WHAT, you guys, but recently I dug up my high school yearbook and some old college pictures and lost my mind a bit on Facebook. I friended just about anyone and everyone for whom I had a glimmer of recollection. I posted pictures of my home-bleached hair and talked about prom. I was NOSTALGIC! And HOMESICK! And WEREN'T THOSE THE DAYS, YOU GUYS?!

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.