This is probably because they’re all asleep and I am not. I had a busy day. Went to a BBQ at Magnolia Park with Leo during the day, came home for a bit, went out in downtown Seattle with my friend Staci for a birthday party. During our bar-hopping, we actually walked through the parade for Seafair. So much fun. I should also note that I dragged Staci into American Apparel with me (she didn’t need much convincing) and I bought one of their new Hypercolor tees. (They call them Thermochromatic, but it won’t stick. Just like today we call all copy machines Xerox, no matter what brand they are.) Oh and I screamed in the restaurant about how Arizona strippers get drunk and naked (implying Washington strippers are prude and also attracting the undivided attention of the nearby diners), and later Staci cat-called a cop on the street and he flashed a peace sign.
Then I came home and found some trouble to create, because that is what I do, and now I’m just getting ready for bed.
Really though I had to share with you these photos my friend Stephen just posted to Facebook. I was probably fifteen in most of these shots. I can’t get over how different I look. I have no recollection of ever having some of these hairstyles — fuck, I have no recollection of ever being in most of those places (don’t do drugs, kids, mmmkay?). I didn’t know my hair could grow that long — it never has since. Is it possible one’s hair can reach a certain length when they’re a teen but then not as an adult, ten years or so later? The other thing I notice: I am so so so skinny. And back then I totally thought I looked fat. But I looked so bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and playful and just infinitely fuckable. I’ve certainly aged a lot since then, and most of those descriptors no longer hold, at least not full-strength. I’m glad I have these pics of this me-person, but it also worries me about what I’m going to look like in 10 more years. I will be dull-eyed and pig-tailed. It’s a disconcerting thought, to say the least. Still. I ::heart:: these photos.
