jonee

So my mother dragged Josh and I kicking and screaming to the mall on Friday to get photographed so she could have pictures of us before we move away. Okay, first of all, Josh and I both work the third shift, so we're used to getting up for the day after noon most days, so when we had to be up by 9am to get ready, both of us were bitchy to boot and took it out on each other. It ended up we had to meet my mom there, and we didn't leave until an hour before we had to be there. And in one hour, we had to go to work and pick up Josh's pay check, go cash the check, go find a black fitted dress shirt for Josh, and run down to the photographers. Josh's hair wouldn't stay straight, I forgot to put eyeliner on, we both are sporting not-so-good skin, and Josh looks like Ryder Strong with peach fuzz for facial hair. We look sooooo white trash, it's awesome. See?




Definately not a shining moment for either of us.