Enclosed are the journals, sufferances, and myriad artistic influences of an androgyne writer-musician, struggling to make sense of the world and their place in it a night at a time.
I’m fairly certain I’ve practiced in front of mirrors enough to have the fake smile thing down pat.
P.S. I’m beginning to like the haircut.
Don’t mind me, just pursuing through old photos. This one from April of ‘11.
It happens on rare occasions, but I do sometimes miss being so clean cut. A haircut may be in order soon, but not all of it, obviously. I also miss this shirt; can’t find it anywhere around the house, and believe me, I’ve looked.
Arachnodactyly or ‘spider fingers’ in a patient with Marfan syndrome
Well I always referred to mine as Jack Skellington hands, but spider fingers works too, I suppose.
Quiet evening, but The Cure’s Disintegration and Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray are certainly making it a lovely one. Also, please excuse my face, I didn’t feel up to putting on makeup.
Sorry for two photos in two days, but, like all sociopaths, I must subject the lot of you to my feels, so revel in the boredom that is my face and current mood.
Finally got around to shaving after barely tidying up here and there during and after “No Shave November”. As you can see, I couldn’t bear to part with all of it.
Guess it grew on me.
Family and neighbors over, which naturally implies that I’m avoiding them all.
Continuing Addison’s story for NaNoWriMo as I enjoy the remainder of my 23rd birthday, slowly sipping away at some wine in conjunction with a newfound, precious friend. I can think of worse ways to spend it, and indeed, my near miss to the ER this morning is cause for celebration in and of itself! Besides that though, my thunder-stealing nephew isn’t here so I didn’t have to compete with him today, the little guy celebrating his 2nd .
Not today, buddy. Not today. ;)
My costume this year? The one I wore when I was a little over 11 months old.
Because front angle photos never seem to do my “death” hawk justice. Not that this photo is much better, since what remains of the sides are brushed behind my ears and a majority of the length in the back is in a tiny little bun.
