I lied to you

I said I would share a picture or tell you something several times then mostly never did. So here are all the pictures and anectdotes I meant to share but never shared until now. You probably don’t even know when I ever mentioned any of this but it’s all the same. In no particular order.

The gingerbread house my mom and I made. I promised myself I would get it up before Christmas, which was the genesis of this whole post. The icicles were the hardest part, my mom did them. Also, please notice the Christmas tree I made . I felt really ingenious about that. They didn’t even tell me how to do that on the directions. Those sun bottles are things I got from Mexico (I promised but never told you about Mexico either. Tomorrow, I promise.) I bargained for them in a market in Morelia on the 2nd day of the trip. I also got a mirror with cats (looks a LOT better than it sounds. Maybe a picture of that soon too, if you’re lucky), and a Virgin Mary thingamajig (I’m a sucker for religious imagery). As a bonus, you can see the graffiti I did when I was like 8 (I stole this table from my mom).

This is a trashcan in downtown Santa Cruz. This was the first week TBU and I started our tradition of loafing on a bench every Sunday. Seeing a trashcan full of whippets downtown on an early Sunday morning was just too high-larious. Somebody had an awesome Saturday night. I saw it and immediately went back to the car for the camera because who doesn’t want to see this? I imagine watching me take pictures of the trashcan was amusing to some and others just assumed I was doing a lame ass college interpretation of our wasteful society. I guess in a way I am, but I am more amused than preachy.

The tattoo I said I’d show you. This is right after it stopped being crusty and bloody and starting taking some pride in itself. Look how bright and vibrant the colors are. It’s worth it to get another tattoo just too see the ink look so clear and fresh again. Originally, this picture was much larger and showed both my feet, my toes and more of my ankles. But I didn’t want you to see how scraggly my toenails were or the stubble on my legs. So now you’ll just have to imagine it. It’s not as bad as you assume, ok? But still, as I always say, If you’re gonna put it on display, it may as well look good. That’s mostly a reference to cleavage but it works here too.

I call this picture When friends attack. The friend in question claims it was the recycling who attacked and in a way she’s right, so no hard feelings. This happened in Santa Barbara and my friend is a sexy librarian, that’s not really relevant to the picture but it’s cool to know. We had a whole photo session because how often do you have blood running down your face? Badass. We decided it was cooler to walk around with the blood rather than wash it off, so that’s what I did. After a while we shopped for some bandaging. Talk about badass, as soon as I saw the Strawberry Shortcake bandaids I was sold. I was grateful to have an excuse to wear Strawberry Shortcake bandaids on my face, right below my eye no less. Thanks X! I was disappointed when it finally healed and there was no longer a legitimate reason for my new facial accessory, but that didn’t stop me from milking it for a few more days.

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