MAMMORIES LANE

this is the reception we crashed on our campus (st. edward’s in summertown, oxford), a teacher was married to the best friend of george harrison’s son (who was in the wedding party), and george was there, i saw his mclaren F1, i did not see george. that kilt wasn’t mine. my hair is retarded. ungh remember those futuristic backbacks everyone wore? hi me and my homework ARE FROM THE FUTURE! apparently you need a permit from the queen to drive a mclaren f1 in england. do you have a boner cos i know what that car is? oh and james jagger went to that school and i stole his school work off the wall, it was a german/french assignment and his name is on it.

see those postcards.

this is knightsbridge, london, montpelier street, where my dorm was, right around the corner from harrod’s. the first half of the program was in london.

i think i am 3.5 here.

here i am cultivating the fine art of ignoring family. check out my brother’s hair. that’s my grandpa behind me, he was in intelligence in WWII.

i was really moody on that family trip because i missed my boyfriend and my brother was a complete dick. that’s a tye-dye shirt. see how i have always had bangs.

portobello road.

prom nite dyke hair style. i left those shoes behind in brooklyn, moron. the dress too.

i think part of the reason why i cut off all my beautiful hair was because the older guy i was dating broke up with me and i was desperate to invent a new identity. i caption this photo PLEASE HAVE SEX WITH ME. that’s in stratford-upon-avon, in shakespeare’s garden in the courtyard of the house he grew up in. aw i just sent this picture and caption to fil and he had to walk across the room to laugh at me because i am one million % pathetic.

i’ve posted this before but just noticed my pinky. i am wasted in this picture.

somewhere in manhattan the first time i went to suss out new york in order to solidify moving there in the summer.

my great grandmother giving me a dog treat or something. how refreshing were the days when i didn’t give a shit about being photographed?

v. grainy, me in an urban outfitters, they weren’t in canada yet. look at the felt clogs i bought, crocs before crocs were crocs. my mom wore them to take out the garbage haha.

guess which ones are jewish. the one in the glasses was hanging out in the foyer of our dorm when i brought in my “cousin” and blabbed it to everyone. the one on the right beside me with short dark hair has massive tits, insane body, and is wearing my pants. she banged this totally ugly guy in one of the programs. i was kinda bummed they wanted to do a sit down pose my outfit was pretty awesome.

what a heffer, before i knew anything about posing.

my brother on his prom nite.

trying to be beatniky, poseurs.

warwick castle.

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so clever blah blah AA is overdone whatever i want the marilyn dress, w/ or w/o wine stains i do not care.