now that my camera is busticated i have to force fil to take pics of me, annoying. my favourite time to take crappy self-portraits is after a glass of wine, emptying my bladder then beer-goggling myself in the mirror, snapping a ton until i get the right one, likely just how the ole pentax bit the dust. anyway, after disciplining cid (fil did) last nite immediately after i asked fil to take some pictures of me. enjoy. or don’t.

my abs are starting to get their shit together as well as love handles.

here i am asking if i can list that cooler on craigslist. the answer is no. oh and get a load of the sauce from supper on my chin.

yesterday was a good hair day, who knew washing it did that?

a relic from 1999 i took from the laundry room library collection. practically every book i’ve donated has disappeared too. i shall gift this to fil’s ex for xmas.

i told fil the top right corner one is what my body looks like in my head.

my head is a nice place to live.