New default photo, finally. I’m slightly in love with this, mostly because of how beautifully pale I am. Lol.

Photo by Lisa Hines, shot using a 4x5” view camera.

Practicing winged liner @ 5am.

I’m cute on occasion (or at least I like to believe I am).

4:30am and still awake.

Oh, and my hair is fully pink again with a blueish streak (it was supposed to the red/pink I’ve had on and off for the past few months, but for whatever reason, my hair only decided to pick up the pink in the dye. Ohwell, I don’t mind too much.)

My hair was pretty much perfectly straight when I left this morning.

I hate Florida humidity.

For whatever reason, I thought 1:30am was a good time to play around with liquid liner.

I’ve learned that I can’t do my left eye for the life of me. It only looks good once I’ve cleaned it up. Lol.

Off to a Hasidic Jewish wedding… kill me now.

I feel so awkward.

The skirt is past/down to my knees, but it’s one I got while thrifting not too long ago, and I’m slightly in love with it. I’m also wearing a cardigan because, a, my shirt is too form-fitting, and, b, my elbows have to be covered…. I’m mostly ohk with this cuz I love cardigans and it’s a brand new cream one with bows on the pockets from H&M.

Then, there’s the shirt. Oh the shirt. I refused to buy anything from anywhere but H&M because I knew that was the only place that would have something that I mildly like. I’ll admit, it’s a cute top. Fully black with a cream collar that is completely bedazzled with rhinestones. The only problem I have with it is how high the neckline is. It’s not that I like to show off  my cleavage, it’s that, when you have cleavage, higher necklines aren’t nearly as flattering.  I also never wear shirts with high necklines, so this just feels weird to me.

Another thing to make me feel uncomfortable: I’ll be stuck with women allllll day. Men and women cannot communicate at all. My step-mom was joking around about hooking me up with a guy there… if I even see a guy, I’ll be amazed.

Ugh, kill me now.

She really can be the sweetest kitty when she chooses to be.

My cats are going crazy over this open window thing, specifically Muffy.

She keeps running in and out of my room. It’s pretty entertaining.

Excuse my face. He’s the only one who would sorta cooperate. Now he’s sleeping next to me. I feel bad that I have to give him away. He often starts purring just from me looking at him.

Bundled up, editing, and (still) watching Law and Order.

I should be sleeping, or shooting, or dying my hair.

Those things can wait until tomorrow.

Reason for the lipstick? I forgot I bought a new color the other day and had to try it on. It’s the perfect red, and it lasts forever (it’s barely faded over an hour).

My kittens like to take turns sleeping on me. In this spot. It’s quite inconvinient when I’m trying to edit. Or type. Or sleep.

Sunnybee definitely just jumped into my lap and went to sleep. Cutest kitty ever.

Also, I’m slightly in love with my recently thrifted marled sweater.

This is Muffy.
People like to call her a bitch.
I strongly disagree.
I just gave Muffy a bath 30 minutes ago.
She climbed on my lap 20 minutes ago and has not left since.
She has been purring and cleaning herself on me this whole time.
She is now primping on my chest.
Muffy is not a bitch.
Muffy is simply misunderstood.
She isn’t the sweetest cat in the world, but she is a sweetheart and I love her.
I’m so glad that she came into our apartment last year and that my ex-roommate talked me in to keeping her.

Excuse me in the background, I am only there to show where exactly Muffy is located atm.

Pre-dye, first round, &second round.

Felt the need to share.

I now miss my pink &may be bleaching my hair in the next few days.

Ohhey Tumblr, I neglected to share that my hair is now purpley.

The shades vary from a light plum to an almost-blue due to a mixing of colors &my hair not taking the original violet dye too well.