What Crime Did I Commit To Make You Destroy Me?
In Praise of Feeling Bad About Yourself
Also, it was General Conference weekend, which means lots and lots of TV watching and not much else . . . except Saturday night some person (maybe named Jen?) had a birthday party at a bar in the West Village (yes, perfect place to pack in the Mormons, good luck enforcing that one drink minimum) and I was so conflicted about what I thought of the party that I left it three times . . . that means I didn't exactly feel like staying, but I couldn't keep from going back to it.
But here's a shot of Jeff and Erin's blue, blue eyes.
4 comments:
Blue eyes, yes very blue. It goes great with my pink striped shirt and red zit on my chin. What amazes me is that you went back to the party for a third helping - truly amazing.
What I like about this picture is that you can see Jeff's true evil shining through, ready to escape.
I think that is called lazy eye.
That's the widest Jeff's slits have ever been open, so, if he had a lazy eye, no one would ever notice.
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