When I call, say "yes."

[wolfpangs]

Today was quite lovely, even though I don't feel as if I did anything. I had an appointment this morning and I was not thrilled about getting up so early (9am appointment!). I was even less thrilled when my client turned out to be a no-show, no-call.

So I came home, had waffles (A+++), and took some photos.



I keep my BPAL in here. My dad: "Do you think you need space for 50?" "Duh."



I'm going to put in a Whitman's Sampler-esque map of where everything is, but here's a close-up of what it says in the lid for now. 2990 feet per second, eh?



Then I decided to take some new photos for my myspace page because most of the ones on there are pretty old. Spending time with my camera enables me to learn things like turning the flash off. Oops.



I don't exactly have this photo thing down. Please enjoy my all-access passes and my cat (that last one is not a euphemism, though).



Do over!



I tested out the light in the formal living room. P.S.: I need bigger sunglasses.



I took one for that unpleasant fanwoman who thinks I should be shunned for having a diastema:



By then, I was tired of taking photos and making faces like this:



So...fin.

Comments

[pastahero.livejournal.com]

It is true, when it comes to commercial rap I do favor songs involving the terms "skeet," "twerk" and "booty." But I also appreciate a good ode to conspicuous consumption, like Nelly's earlier opus "Air Force Ones."