Well, here it is, the story of my life in pictures. Here's me at age two, already causing mischief. As usual, Mom is there to make sure I don't fall on my head.
Here's me at age eight, armed to the teeth with a laser gun and fashionably dressed in the latest brown paper bag designs. I was always pretending to be someone else. Here, I'm the paper bag monster.
Here's my best friend, Whuppy. It's hard to believe she's 11 years old now. Unfailingly, when someone sees her for the first time, they ask, "Are her legs supposed to be like that?"
Okay, yes, this is a ticket stub, not a picture. You know how people living in the 60's ask "Where were you when JFK was shot?" Well, counter-culture kids in Omaha, Nebraska ask whether or not you were at the '93 Fugazi show. It was my first show and I can honestly say, one of the defining moments in my life for many reasons.
Here's Joe, Laura and I. We were a force to be reckoned with...no really. We were. That's me on the rihgt.
Here are some of the people I spent a regular amount of time with in high school. I think the picture speaks for itself. I'm the girl in the black and white dress.
White Trash bowling was always a highlight of my high school days. I'm the vacant-looking one in the middle.
Here's an example of the types of things I get in the mail from my friends.
Here's another one of the best concerts I ever went to. I got kissed on the cheek by Roland Alanso. That probably doesn't mean much but it would be like getting kissed by Mick Jagger to someone who really likes Rock'n'roll.
Finally, here's me now, or a year or two ago. I don't take a whole lot of pictures of myself so this is the best I could do. I really want to put this on a Christmas card.
I guess that's pretty much it. My life is pretty pathetic if it can be summed up in a few pictures I suppose but oh, what a life it's been. So far, anyway.