I'm sorry, did you come here for a history lesson? Nope. It's just all me. I can't afford a photographer,
but I can photoshop my own self-portraits. Because I can.
Me holding on to my previous locks bigger than my dreams. I also forgot where the camera was.
(L) Resting in my humble Adobe (haha get it? get it? no?) (R) My professional stank face.
(L) Sweet, sweet youthful me doing the walk of shame from Netherfield ball. (R) Pretending to be listening to you so you can still feel important while you yap your problems to me.
(L) My semi-charmed kind of thug life. (R) My trip to Mexico.
After my 12-step skin bleaching program
Might put out more in the future- whenever I have too much time in my hands. Like now.
