Take it all, betch.
“I’m looking at pictures of you from 2006,” my friend Kirstie messaged me on Facebook chat, a couple months ago.
“Yikes!” I began to disclaim. “I was a soggy mess of baby fat and bad haircuts.”
“Well, why do you still have them up?” She seemed boggled – and to concur.
“Because if you don’t like me for how I used to look, you sure as fuck don’t deserve the hot piece of ass that I am now.”
Un – uh, boiz. Quality control. In front of my heart, amongst my most recently posted photos, stands a sentinel:
And her name is Roz, the lesbian art teacher, as my former roommate and I dubbed this photo the moment after it was captured back in the spring of 2006.
Love her – or leave me.
OMFG. I didn’t know you then, but yes, that pic certainly deserves another identity altogether. Nothing like you now!
omg JJ…you look like a lezzie…seriously…a big fat lezzie.