Anyway, this is at my Dad's house during Thanksgiving. See the ice creepin up from under my left sleeve of my $15 Old Navy shirt? I tried to hide it so I wouldn't blind the camera with the breezy glaciness of my bling bling, ya heard? Holla. 
Peep it: apple pie, iced tea, video games, music cds, Dr. Suess, and baby toys with teddy bears on them. Wait, scratch those last two. Scratch my nuts while you're at it.
My grandma and I, after she hooked it UP during Thanksgiving. God damn, everytime time I go back up to school after Thanksgiving I get so damn depressed. I keep telling our cafeteria that they should hire a whole bunch of grandmas like that Honeycomb commercial, but they say its the voices in my head. Then some weird looking people whisk me away in a straightjacket.
Here I'm sportin the standard try-to-look-hard-even-though-you're-with-relatives pose (also seen in the picture with my grandmother above). Fear me.
My uncle John and I. So all you older women out there, this is probably how I will look in 20 or so years. Get me while ya can!
I love that damn MAU MAU poster, when I first saw it at a concert I knew I had to have one. If you don't know where it's from, you must be bamboozled.
This was my room during my Junior year at school. See how clean it is? Well actually, you can't really tell it's a piece of shit because of the way the picture was taken. I hooked it up like that.
My room was never really this bad until I started college. After that, I started treating my home room like my dorm room.
This is my room at home. The hell with a Where's Waldo book; just try finding stuff in there.
This is the beginning.
This is me.
This is more me.
This is you.
These are IM conversations.
These are links.
This is Puffy. Hit him.
