GPOYW 2006 or 7

GPOYW - Tiled background edition.

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Dang, last night ended up being a good time, once the boy got home, reeking of tequila.

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Even though I am currently without regular internet, did you really think I’d let you go a GPOYW without seeing my glorious smirking face? Really?

Fantastic shades, Fantastic Sams, baby baby!

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Sometimes when I’m in a rush, doing my makeup and lawlin’ around the internet, too lazy to find a mirror, I used the built in webcam thingie to see how my mascara and junk looks. It is actually a horrible plan, because webcams don’t pick up on makeup unless you cake it on, so I end up looking like the village whore when I run out the door.

I took pictures to prove it.

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This is my eyes + the late Guido, my papa hissing roach.

One last GPOYW before the night is over, I suppose. I mean, if HENA can do it, so can I, right?

I gave up on that slow Faulkner book and I’m gonna read Breakfast of Champions instead. My attention span is so terrible when explosions and helicopters and choreographed fight scenes aren’t involved.

I used to be smarter, I swear. But I also used to think animal print was too tacky to be seen in.

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Friends and fringe in low places edition.

ENOUGH OF MARRIAGE.

Let’s look at my face for GPOYW, vintage May of ‘09 edition. This is in honor of all the lezzing out that happens on the show I’m watching right now.

GPOYW: Working hard and long.

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Photographed by Lu

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GPOYW - Telling people how shits gonna go down.

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Friday night’s shenanigans. Doncha love it when someone steals your camera and takes about 200 posed shots of everyone? All night? Fun.

GPOYW, taken on that night I was at a fake rave.