"rawr." growling sounds ensued as the photo popped up on the screen. (insert black and white photo of michael paul broekema - braced teeth barred).
diedre just met me in the library, and that was her report on her grad photo experience. now she is joining me and spare and we are going to embark on an archeological dig using blush brushes.
but first, back to the topic at hand: grad photos. my appointment is on thursday. i'm a little wary now that diedre has completely turned me off of the idea. tips from deege: politely decline to pull off the ridiculous poses which include straddling a small wooden table, holding a small wooden diploma, a hideous [small wooden] flower arrangement draped over the left sleeve of a particularly volumous [small wooden] gown. also don't bend backwards - he may catch (or rather, shoot) you unawares.
i shall heed the advice and therefore protect myself.
don't worry about deege, she assures me that she walked away unscathed for the most part, and all the wiser of the ways of the affectionate photographer.
-CH
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Huzzah!!!
I have mine tomorrow!
I'm totally not excited.
I'm totally sitting right next to you.
oh no! well it's a darn good thing you read this cautionary tale.
BE WARNED.
p.s. i am crazy. and yes. you are totally sitting beside me. i apologize for trying to make you (quote, unquote) "look like an idiot".
LOVE!
AHAHAHAHAH
That was way tooo funny.
And yes, I talk to myself when I type on the computer.
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