The weatherman was once again wrong, dashing my plans of a day of picture taking at the local arboretum. Instead, I spent the afternoon walking the drizzly streets of my neighbourhood, taking shots of and "interviewing" some of the local shop denizens.
Everybody says I'm lucky because I was born with green eyes and blond hair, but if only they knew the truth. I don't do so well at school—mostly 'C's and a 'B' in Phys Ed (I like soccer). My dad's a big jerk who works the night shift, so life at home can get pretty rough. My complexion's pretty good, but I have open lesions—warts, I think—on my hands. I want to be a mechanic or play in the NHL. I have one brother, Jake.
-Danny
Before you pass judgement on me, I want you to know that I have my act together now. My boyfriend says I look like Sinéad O'Connor in this photo, but I don't think I'm nearly as pretty. I decided to shave my hair off when I started to lose big patches of it. My weight is back up and I'm not so wild anymore. When I look at how well all of my friends from high school are doing, I feel inspired. People tell me that I'm a very nice person and deserve better. -XOX Jen
2 comments:
It seems that you are getting weirder and weirder as time goes by.
Yeah, well, zetflb you!
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