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8 August
So, you wanna know what I did yesterday? Here it is!
Me by me. And no, this isn't my new digital camera, as I haven't got mine yet, it's Tracing's new digital camera with a swiveling lens. Mine, when I get it, will not have no swiveling lens, so here I am being spoiled before I get it.
Several of these pictures went by the wayside, since there is the problem of the giant Popeye forearms.
You have got to be kidding...
Yeah yeah, smiling, blah blah blah.
This one's pretty good, but...
...this is the one that I sent to Writers Digest. There is life to it, and I look fairly presentable.
Me by me again. Even though the camera decided to focus on the building rather than my big ol' skull, I like it anyway.
I really do have just the most enormous forehead.
This is my Harold shot. Either "...and Maude" or "...and His Purple Crayon", I look like all of the Harolds here.
Just two gals out in the park on a sunny Saturday afternoon!
Everyone with a digital camera these days must take a Blair Witch shot, and here's mine!
Tracing by me.
How does this thing work again?
You're really who? A spy? But, but I trusted you...
Yes, me and Tracing out in Brooklyn, getting something decent for the Writers Digest article. It was alot of fun, once I got over the horror of my forehead. I really must get bangs again...
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