A portrait sort of update.

I know it's been a while since you've all seen my beautiful mug, so I thought I'd play the role of generous king and allow you to gaze upon my glorious visage.  Really though, kiwikat said I was "growing quite a beard and it looks very natural on [me]."  I haven't been trimming it short, so it's gotten quite thick and I've let my hair go long and wild as well.  Metro-Jeremy would say that I've abandoned using "product."

Plus, I was playing around with this tutorial and wanted to see how it looked.  And I needed a new picture for HotOrNot and for MySpace, a site I find myself using only to stay in touch with a few select people.  I wish my friends would just make the LJ switch.  Especially after all the drama with FOX buying MySpace.  The peeps who started MySpace just made $580 million dollars and they still have controlling interest in the company.  Whodathunkit?

Those guys made millions and here I am, all excited because I'm going to get something like $4200 back in taxes.  On the bright side, this means I can pay back everyone who's helped me out this year, plus do some preventative maintenance on my car, and put down a deposit on an apartment for Jacquelyn and I in the spring.  If everything goes right, we should be moving in June, after school lets out.  I'm quite excited about it.  I love my current place, but the Universe tells me more and more that I belong in Madison right now, and I'm starting to agree.

I have not felt at-home in my home as of late. Maybe it has something to do with splitting my time between here and Madison. Maybe I'm just fiending for my own place. My own space. I think I'm tired of sharing a temporary cave. Maybe it's the Cancer in me, but I want to invest in a home.  I want Ethan and I to feel comfortable and stable and everything is better and that home seems more complete when Jacquelyn is there with us. A bit sappy, yes, but hey, I'm a Cancer, I like home.

Anyhoo, without further ado, I present, uh.. me.

How does one not be self-indulgent?

You know what drives me in to a seething frenzy of rage?

People who say, "Oh, I don't read books. I can't read more than five pages at a time. I only read magazines."

I want my father back, you son of bitch.

I saw a cheap version of this icon on someone else's journal and thought the concept was brilliant, so I made one that looked like it was printed on parchment and signed by hand.



Who don't lurve The Princess Bride?!

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