Pics from behind my apartment complex, September 2009.
Summer 2009, This Little Light of Mine
Halloween 2009.
Me and Gaelyn: The metro pimp and the call girl on large doses of testosterone.
The boyfriend and Peppers: The semi-naked, red-handed, gay gynaecologist, Dr. Howie Feltersnatch, and his assistant.
Cheyenne and Jared: The super motivating Asian referee, and the flamboyantly energetic Richard Simmons.
All I can say is that I’m glad I was a little drunk.
Senior Photo, ‘09
Alright, I don’t know if you folks follow the Missed Connections section on Craig’s list, but I’m almost positive Gaelyn and I have picked this up as our new favorite hobby—right after peopleofwalmart.com, of course. Apparently these people make some type of public contact with a person (anything from a short conversation, to glances…to, well, you’ll see), but didn’t make the appropriate “next moves” to get to know them better. So, with a big ole kicking-themselves-in-the-ass, they turn to Craig’s list for a hopeful re-connection. These posts explain it way better than I ever could:
Your panties looked incredible - m4w (FSU)
Date: 2009-11-03, 11:59AM EST
Your panties looked incredible as you stepped off the bus. I could see the strap of your thong for just a moment. I think you know who you are. Those panties aren’t your favorite, but they’d mean the world to me. I’ll buy them from you for twenty dollars. We can keep this anonymous. Just write me back.
To the Girl with the Clone - m4w (SLC)
Date: 2009-10-21, 3:11AM EDT
When you went in to see the movie, your clone tried to get in after you! It was really awkward because I had to explain it to her that she wasn’t you, but I marked her arm so we could tell the difference. Still, I feel kind of bad about releasing a clone back into the wild like that. So hit me up if you want to go hunt your clone down, and maybe get a bite to eat while we’re at it.
To the girl that walked off with her disgusted friend - m4w (FSU)
Date: 2009-10-20, 2:18PM EDT
You walked into the middle of a weird conversation between me and some friends. You were tall-ish 5’8, maybe, dark hair. Your friend was short and blonde. Your friend said something nasty to us and I mean, granted, we WERE talking about dead babies… BUT I saw you smirking. You seemed cool. Your friend, not so much. See this. Write back. Let’s talk of other non-PC things.
We had a discussion on erotic massages from transgendered midgets - m4w (Tally)
Date: 2009-10-15, 2:40PM EDT
I said there was merit behind the idea that they could totally do things that a normal masseuse couldn’t, and provide a unique “happy ending.” You said that you didn’t see what they could possibly do that a normal-sized person couldn’t. Frankly, I thought you were being somewhat prejudiced against persons of small stature. After long hours of research, I finally have found the answer. I was right, you were wrong. But I didn’t have your number or anything to contact you. This is totally a long shot, but if you remember what we started discussing about people with 6-fingered hands, email me so I can claim victory.
