I got shotgunned.

thank you, brodeo, for the fine picture of me. thanks to chris for the shirt, that makes it so that I couldn't look tough to save my life. ha. you talking shit boy? don't make me take off this mogwai shirt and kick. your. ass.

emilie parker strange stewart everson.

challenger, musical genius, wit and punny, beautiful and wicked smart, two steps ahead, scrabble dominator, wa-waaa, clumsy in a good way, great interior decoratarrr, duped her into reading comic books, even after duping her into loving mopeds, BEST. FRIEND. EVER.

self portrait in g minor.

spider sun glasses for the win.

i fucking hurt myself playing kickball. no joke.

our team needs to be drunker. if we can't be any good, we can certainly be drunk.

kids are blurry. like bigfoot, but smaller.

I once tried to sell this baby. it's true. for cheap, even. ya'll blew it by not taking me up on it. he's getting better by the day. though constantly blurrier. pictures, in order: me selling Eli, Eli, Eli, me photographed by Eli.