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Livejournal feels pretty dead lately, maybe permanently. So here I stand, shouting into the abyss.
But I thought I'd throw up a few pictures from the last few months anyway, because pictures are always interesting to see.
My mother and her mountain of gifts, Christmas morning.
Joseph and Peter just COULD NOT decide to whom this toy belonged.
Back in Chicago for New Year's. May was visiting.
Me hamming, early New Year's Eve.
Robert leering at the girls on the couch. Oh, Robert. Remember when you had so much less going on in your life?
Heavier drinking = more dancing.
Jimmy's is a metaphor for my life. For instance, Jimmy's is slowly decomposing, just like me. Mike and I decided to steal this bit of the floor and nail it up on our wall. Mike demanded that we then write above it on the wall in Sharpie. Robert was not involved in any of this, obviously.
But I thought I'd throw up a few pictures from the last few months anyway, because pictures are always interesting to see.
My mother and her mountain of gifts, Christmas morning.
Joseph and Peter just COULD NOT decide to whom this toy belonged.
Back in Chicago for New Year's. May was visiting.
Me hamming, early New Year's Eve.
Robert leering at the girls on the couch. Oh, Robert. Remember when you had so much less going on in your life?
Heavier drinking = more dancing.
Jimmy's is a metaphor for my life. For instance, Jimmy's is slowly decomposing, just like me. Mike and I decided to steal this bit of the floor and nail it up on our wall. Mike demanded that we then write above it on the wall in Sharpie. Robert was not involved in any of this, obviously.