So I'm using my groovy new laptop, and I've managed to install the crucial software (MicroSoft Office, NOT games, OK?) and get email up and running and everything.
Then it occurs to me that I have a camera full of pictures that I haven't been able to upload anywhere. But now I can!
So this was my attempt to improve on the typical taking-a-picture-of-oneself pose. You know, the one where the subject/photographer's arm mysteriously gets very, very WIDE towards the edge of the shot.
However, I'm afraid that this ultra-foreshortening technique is no better. In fact, it's worse. It is clearly the New Coke of picture-taking techniques.
But anyway, this is what I was wearing last Friday. A hot pink and orange plaid long-sleeved Lilly Pulitzer cotton shirt, Barry Bricken jeans, and Leatherman flip-flops with striped grosgrain ribbon tops. Also my glasses. (Good Lord, you'd think I'd have at least BRUSHED MY HAIR before flaunting this mess before the entire internet.)
Mind you, one interesting thing about this picture is that I believe it actually conceals the size of my hooters. I don't mean to brag, because it's not becoming in a young lady to boast, but as they say in France, I have a lot on my balcony. But you can't tell from this picture. At least, I don't think so. Of course, I might be fooling myself here. But if anyone ever asks me--and admittedly, this hasn't happened in a while, because it's been a long, long time since I attended a kegger at Psi U--"Can you see your feet?" I can whip this picture out and answer "Whomp! There they are." Or something equally witty about my titties.
--P.
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