The mountain where I was going to go camping in order to avoid my family is closed for no discernible reason. On the plus side, I finally got my new camera today. Merry fucking Christmas, Internet.
@DavidLejeune - train stations work just as good as mountains! My extended family has all congregated at my once-gramma's-now-aunt's house on Christmas Eve every year since before I was born. This year I decided I wanted to at least NOT deal with them on my fucking birthday. Therefore, I swallowed the nausea and walked 1.5 miles to the train station, went one town away, and spent 2 hours in a Starbucks, then sat for 4 hours in the train station. By the time i got back home, everyone was gone or asleep! And there were still mountains of leftovers! Fuck yeah! (wish I wasn't pukey)
I have no new photos of myself. But I'll give you better incarnations of the bowl-mullet, and on Christmas Eve I think.
Of course there's reason for the change in mood. I seem to have a daughter now. No, get all the scandalous thoughts out of your head. She’s not mine in any biological sense. I’ve known Taylor for a couple of years now and I’ve watched her go through a lot. She’s had numerous family issues, moved from home to home, spent a lot of time dealing with health problems and throughout everything has remained the sweetest and smartest young lady I have ever known. For awhile she has looked at me as a father figure and I’ve recently discovered that I look at her with the protective eye of a father. I never knew I had parental urges. Apparently I’ve learned something new about myself, and any year that you can say that is a good one. We’ve since shed some of the ambiguity, I do think of Taylor as my daughter now and I can’t imagine that ever changing. Her report card is on my fridge. You should have seen the pride on her face when she handed it to me. Anyway, here’s my girl, Taylor…..
I haven't been in here for a long, loooong-ass time. I find this unacceptable. Yes, I'm somewhat out of focus. But I'm also honest to Spaghetti Monster smiling, in a picture. This event is not to be taken lightly.
Here's a New Year's resolution worth keeping - I'm getting my ass back on Whitechapel (not my literal ass, though. I think that was a different SPIT).
Also, tiny bowl cut picture, because apparently that's how it's done these days:
My wife, daughter and I at the Wang Theatre in Boston, MA, seeing the Rockettes Show. Tried to get another patron to snap a quick photo, but was busted and told to put it away. I reached for the camera just as the flash went off.