This is me. Yes I am over 30. Yes I am married. No I don’t really care if you like me or not. Cause at least I’ve never been afraid to be myself.
Didn’t know there was an age limit on blogging ..or on anything else in life.
My inbox is full but I am not in a chatty mood today. I am having a craptacular day.
Sorry… will get back to everyone after the weekend..if my inbox works that is…
Yes, this is me. I was 17. I was not afraid of what people thought or said about me. I dressed how I wanted. I still do. Am I embarrassed of this? Nope. I wouldn’t have posted this if I were. I was raised in a household where I was taught not to judge people, or stare or talk about their outside appearance in a negative way.
You know the weird thing is, in high school I never got picked on. Only when people can now hide behind their computers do they say things they wouldn’t in the “real world” or directly to me.
so this is the only pic i could find with my harley quinn tattoo…. yes it needs to be touched up…
oh my goth- Me running through crypts at a cemetery when I was 15
Me ( on the right) and a friend on Melrose in Hollywood late 1990’s. Pic by Val.
This was for the awesome lady who used to do my hair. I felt odd and really had no idea what I was doing. Loved the car though.