These were taken the afternoon of the Zim Marathon. Bill wanted to take pictures of my being pretty as I was being upset that he was blowing off my event. I think my general unhappiness can be seen, but whatever. I like how I can follow the arguement through the three photos, from wanting the camera put away now to finally just giving in because there’s nothing left, but honestly I’m more concerned as to how I could have completely missed the fact that my corset is now laced to fit me properly at three inches less. How could I not have noticed thirty pounds? I would assume I would have felt lighter somehow with so much less to carry around…
That and wow never cross me so that I look that depressed and pissed off ever. I may have to kill you.
This is January.
