I commemorated my 25th year of existence with a daily photo of me for 365 days. (Even if the posts weren't always on time, the pictures were... most of the time. Okay, so a few of them were late.)
Monday, December 12, 2005
when the day was over there were only ninety-one
Day 91: I'm officially 25% through my 25th year. Nice.
I have a secret. I guess it's time to tell you. I'm actually a mannequin. A nervous, obsessive, pack-ratting, snooze-hitting, sensitive, pissy, farily un-creepy, surprisingly flexible mannequin.
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I have a secret. I guess it's time to tell you. I'm actually a mannequin. A nervous, obsessive, pack-ratting, snooze-hitting, sensitive, pissy, farily un-creepy, surprisingly flexible mannequin.
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