Okay, so my new pictures didn't exactly come out as planned, but I am out of town and my resources for expert photography are (obviously) out of reach. I suppose that these will have to do for now. At least everyone will know now that I am slightly less disfigured than they thought.

White Russians and fifth ward breath mints are making my evening more and more interesting, PLUS, today I went to brunch with friends and drank bloody mary's. Definately one of my more interesting cab rides home.

Strange thing, last night I had the most erotic dream I've ever experienced, woke up and couldn't remember anything except, "Why didn't I bring my vibrator?!?" I suppose you can't even escape sexual frustration in sleep. That's pretty sad. But I'm always scared that I'll be the one person who's bag they search in front of everyone. Do the risks out weigh the benefits? Probably.