Monday, February 9, 2015

ZE CHEETAH PANTS RETURN

Please take in the absolute most classiest photo of myself evah. Interesting side note: that shirt I'm wearing? It's got a butt crack on it. Cherry on top baby. These cheetah pants go straight from mah legs right to mah head. 

Friday, February 6, 2015

GAWWWGUHH (georgia)

I have the best pops in the world (who lets me tag along on work trips to dream cities and buys me all the bbq I can eat and visits all the MLK sites with me and even recreates 20 year old photos with me). What more can a girl ask for?











Thursday, February 5, 2015

GET READY FOR CHEESE!

GOOEY GOOEY CHEESE.
I remember being 17 and obsessed with blues music and bayous and southern accents and giant trees and bbq and back porches and all forms of southern romance. I daydreamed about taking a greyhound bus to Georgia. I had it all planned out. 26 hours wasn't that long to spend on a bus right? My dad outrightly refused. No. Nope. Never. A 17 year old girl taking a bus by herself across the county? He couldn't think of anything worse. I may have gone across the world a couple of years later, but I waited until I was 25 and could go with my pops before returning to the state of tall trees, red dirt and peaches.

(EXACTLY twenty years later at my second house and my first school.)