Giving new meaning to the phrase “blonde redhead.”


(and yes, i’m wearing your shirt)

Installment III:

October 2010

I know, I know— it’s time to get around to more exciting antics than rooting through closets and trying on wigs. Unfortunately, the photos from when I hid all of G’s beloved-but-scary-as-hell mini-mime dolls under her pillows didn’t come out!

Kidhood. Bass boat. Unfortunately, no shots exist of my dad teaching me to crush his empty Coors Light cans on my forehead.

GPOY(it’s)W(somewhere)

AKA “New York Made Me Tough No Really This Is My Serious Face”

AKA “Never Mind The Helmet The Real Question Is Why Do You Keep A Handsaw Under Your TV?”