I remember that peach jogging suit. I was 10 or 11. I was doing the tango with puberty. It was an ugly, lumpy time.
I have been up all night scanning old photos with the new fancy scanner that doesn’t even need me to draw boundaries around photos before saving them. IT JUST KNOWSSS!!! Technology is the best.
A metric crapload of what I uploaded tonight got transfered to Flickr and Facebook; blame the booze and my need to recall and connect elements from my past to my present to reassure me that this crazy life is one long sequence and not just fits and starts. I am having a more-than-quarter-life crisis this week and can be forgiven a giant photodump, ya heard?