Tuesday, February 1, 2011

photobooth mysteries from the past.

I was digging through my Mac a few days ago and came across masses of bizarre old PhotoBooth pictures I don't remember taking. I do remember the last one. My boyfriend and I had just had a long fight on the phone and I was sequestered in my father's bleak, depressing house in Illinois. I drank like six of his Pabst Blue Ribbons consecutively, listened to "The Night Before" by the Beatles on repeat, started crying hysterically, and apparently decided to have a photoshoot. What was I thinking? More importantly, what was going on with my eyebrow-plucking situation?

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