Phridge Fotos
Here's the deal, LiveJournal. I know I don't come around like I used to anymore. But: my refridgerator is lonely. Since moving out of my apartment on Willingham in Florence, my good friend Charles Abbott has held a place of honor on the fridge of every apartment I've resided in. That's Tucker, Ga, Duluth, Ga, and Nashville TN, for those counting. I miss you all, and would like to expand my friends' photo collections. Can you pick a picture of yourself that you think is espcially funny, dramatic, sexy, perfect or just bursting with all-around YOU-ness? You may even decide all the pictures of you so far SUCK and you want to take a new one just for me. Perhaps you could take one in front of _your_ refridgerator for a bit of meta-fridge photo flavor.
You can mail me these photographs at 731 Burgess Ave, Nashville, TN, 37209 and I'll be sure to send you something sweet back.
Or if you prefer not to leave the wonders of the digital realms, I'll collect cyber-versions of photos and take them to a picture making shop. No guarantees of getting something cool back in the mail for that though.
For the artfully inclined, I guess it doesn't have to be a photo, or even necessarily a picture of you. But I *do* want something that will remind me of you every time I see it.
Participation is entirely optional, but cooperating with this idea would help fill up the hole in my heart that should be you. Or you know, whatever.
You can mail me these photographs at 731 Burgess Ave, Nashville, TN, 37209 and I'll be sure to send you something sweet back.
Or if you prefer not to leave the wonders of the digital realms, I'll collect cyber-versions of photos and take them to a picture making shop. No guarantees of getting something cool back in the mail for that though.
For the artfully inclined, I guess it doesn't have to be a photo, or even necessarily a picture of you. But I *do* want something that will remind me of you every time I see it.
Participation is entirely optional, but cooperating with this idea would help fill up the hole in my heart that should be you. Or you know, whatever.