I feel like I’ve been eating nonstop since Saturday, celebrating my grandmother’s life. I just got in from my third consecutive dinner party and I’m really, really tired and my eyelids are failing on me. I shouldn’t even be writing right now because I’m going to read this post tomorrow and be disgusted with how bad it is and then I’ll want to delete it. It’s 10 minutes to midnight and a photo must be posted for May 9th of course, so here’s one more from my portfolio feature at work. It’s this photo blown up on a double-page spread! PS. It’s not a chick and a dude. It’s a chick and a chick – my little sister and myself with emo clothes, a camera, and a tripod. I played the emo boy. That’s the secret.
