cosmicide
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cosmicide

It was 2004, I wanted to look glamorous. They gave me a boa and a rose and I got my hair relaxed (which didn’t completely work and you can tell by the over all crimping) and my eyebrows over plucked. At the time I thought I looked amazing, the epitome of glamour and style. Now, not so much.

I had a GRAND vision for my senior portraits. I was really into Judy Garland and attempted to recreate her ‘Get Happy’ look from Summer Stock. I just KNEW that this photo was going to be pure artistic expression...

Oh hello 1996.

Broke and resourceful as I am, a friend took my senior photos on her Nokia and we edited them all on Paint. It was an uphill battle to get the yearbook staff to actually allow this (“WE NEED A CLEAR PHOTO OF YOUR FACE”, “NO PICTURES TAKEN WITH CAMERA PHONES/EDITED WITH PAINT”), but I eventually made it.

I’m a regular commenter, but I am using a burner to avoid outing my regular username because anyone from my high school who reads this would probably recognize me.

Canadians don’t get senior photos so instead I give you my 4 year journey.

I don’t have access to mine right now, but I do have a story!!!

Well, I was on the yearbook staff my senior year of high school, and I got assigned to write up my own graduation for the supplement that was published over the summer. In lieu of embarrassing pictures, here’s a sample of the thousand words (give or take about half), which I haven’t laid eyes on in a good 10 years or

I would guess poorly. You dated her for 18 years and didn’t get married, but are now engaged to someone you’ve been dating for 7 months. :/

Ha! I actually have a funny story about this.

I did not cry. I did, however, start to have one hell of a panic attack once it was time for me to walk down the aisle. As I started to wheeze and get dizzy, my father (who was walking me down the aisle) looked at me and just grinned.

thats insane. Gas station attendant???? how do you do that without smoking weed?

Dammit, don’t you hate it when you turn down Molestation Avenue when you really meant to hang a left on Not Being a Fucking Monster Lane? Goddamn MapQuest, I tell you what...

Get this fucking family off tv please

Gross, but I’m not that surprised. His screen name was originally “Faggotron”.

I continue to be the sole person on Team Gwynnie. It’s a lonely fucking team.

- Wintour instituted a no selfie policy for the Met Gala

I feel like there was some daughter half-truth happening there. Like, the daughter mentioned the project and feeling nervous, the mother freaked out, and the daughter, trying to agree with the mother to soothe her or simply deflect blame onto the teacher, claimed not to know it was happening until recently. If this

You already said it. How can you be with someone you can’t trust? A relationship is based on trust, no? I’d understand a little if this was the only thing he’s lied about(although it’s still terrible) but it’s not. You deserve better. You truly truly do.

I agree with you (since I’m a freelancer who’s putting this book together), but I’m not asking for professional photographs, I’m asking if people would like to have their personal camera phone snapshots of their cats published in a book. I don’t think that’s out of line.