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uncomfortable in the lens
Aug. 10th, 2014 10:19 amDAY FOUR: a photo of you taken over ten years ago
We'll double down on this because it makes me ill at ease. The icon on this entry was taken on my first digital camera, a tiny terrible thing I got for free from a marketing company circa 2000. This picture dates to around late 2000, possibly very early 2001. I was so young. And stupid. And fucked up so much.
I don't have a lot of digital pictures of my early life. There's a ton of printed photos sitting in my garage that I need to sort and deal with eventually. The privilege of growing up before your every moment could be plastered online. I will link one photo, a rare picture of my awkward teenage years. I think this was taken sometime around 1994, judging by my terrible shorts and the tshirts my friends are wearing. I'm the idiot combining stripes and plaid. (Which I guess was very fashion forward of me but I'm still cringing.)
God we're so young. I could cry. Half hidden by the chair in the Nirvana shirt is my best friend James. That was his father's apartment, where a half dozen of us would sleep on the living room floor on weekends and spend our time watching movies, going to see music at Liberty Lunch, eating Keebler cookies and drinking way too much soda. I miss that. I miss James.
( For all the other days )
We'll double down on this because it makes me ill at ease. The icon on this entry was taken on my first digital camera, a tiny terrible thing I got for free from a marketing company circa 2000. This picture dates to around late 2000, possibly very early 2001. I was so young. And stupid. And fucked up so much.
I don't have a lot of digital pictures of my early life. There's a ton of printed photos sitting in my garage that I need to sort and deal with eventually. The privilege of growing up before your every moment could be plastered online. I will link one photo, a rare picture of my awkward teenage years. I think this was taken sometime around 1994, judging by my terrible shorts and the tshirts my friends are wearing. I'm the idiot combining stripes and plaid. (Which I guess was very fashion forward of me but I'm still cringing.)
God we're so young. I could cry. Half hidden by the chair in the Nirvana shirt is my best friend James. That was his father's apartment, where a half dozen of us would sleep on the living room floor on weekends and spend our time watching movies, going to see music at Liberty Lunch, eating Keebler cookies and drinking way too much soda. I miss that. I miss James.
( For all the other days )
