happy tenth birthday, internet website domain of mine. if you prove to follow in your mother's footsteps, you'll become intimately acquainted in the coming year with the facial expression worn by people who are striving to avoid eye contact with one or more menacing whitehead(s). you're going to think that maybe boobs will happen pretty soon, by way of compensation. you'll be wrong. but while you're waiting, your status as Last Remaining Undershirt In The Sixth Grade will be verified by a dozen giggling eyewitnesses, thanks to en-masse administration of the Adams forward bend test, and also gym class. welcome to the awkward years!
p.s.: those boobs are scheduled to make an appearance in approximately 2013. :: april 2008
sweet victory; the country is ours again. I wanted it in 2004, but I'll take it in 2008. :: november 2008
it makes me sad that the web now is constructed entirely around Joining, but: my Flickr; my YouTube; my (god help me) Twitter.
the best-preserved remainders of my Pompeii-like web presence: stained glass crafting; internet programming.
all the most important people in new york are nineteen