| Kay, Babe. Ciao! | |
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| I went for the whole point-and-click gesture with my hands while trying to act like a too-suave-for-his-own-good corporate monkey. This picture isn't very flattering, but it sure is funny! | |||
| This is Gonna Hurt | |
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| I apparently keep my hand wrapped in plastic and sunglasses-material whenever I go anywhere near any form of UV radiation. Or it's just a flash. | |||
| You Bastard! | |
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| See, I did fake martial arts punching in the mirror one day and thought that it would make a good picture. So I set the camera to timer mode and went crazy. Yes, it appears I did, in fact go crazy, if this photo is any evidence. | |||
| I'll Sock It To Ya | |
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| I was feeling pretty violent, so I figured I needed a picture of myself kicking to go with the series. My sock really got the blunt of the flash. | |||
| Defense Mode | |
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| Um, the camera started attacking back, so I had to block. Or something. | |||
| So Excited! | |
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| This really reminds me of a picture my friend Jimmy used to have on The Facebook of himself. Except... I don't look like him. The expression is just very similar. But the fact that you don't know him makes this comparison pretty pointless, doesn't it? | |||
| Mood: Dancing | |
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| A friend of mine said that this image (cropped to a square, of course) would make an awesome mood icon for Live Journal. Sometimes one feels "sad" or "aggravated," but, every now and then, one feels simply "dancing." | |||
| I'm Watching You | |
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| This is a creepy picture, actually. I'm not anybody's "big brother," either. I look as if I'm about to leap out of the way, but I also look suspicious and possibly predatory. I've scared myself now. | |||
| Make It Lean | |
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| But don't let it fall over. | |||
| Born to Hand Jive | |
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| I was in Grease in high school, and I was pretty darn good at the hand jive. I just had to give it another go. | |||
| Deer in the Headlights | |
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| Okay, yeah, I look tired here. But I also see a wide-eyed fear, similar to, well, a deer in the headlights. (The title had to come from somewhere, right?) You can't see it, but there was a giant snake behind the camera. It was a rattlesnake. And it was named Mark. | |||
| Seriously, Guys | |
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| Look, I can say my own name with my mouth closed. Man, I'm awesome at throwing my voice... onto myself. This description totally made me consider the possibility of "catching a voice" now. Whoa. | |||
| I'd Be Happier If My Chin Wouldn't Shine So Much | |
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| I'm always amazed when a decent picture of me smiling comes out. | |||
| I'm Amazed! I'm in Awe! | |
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| Maybe the file should have been names "aweful" instead of "awesome." | |||
| Neener-Neener | |
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| I can''t believe I'm posting this. I might as well just shoot any chance I have of looking physically appealing to anyone. | |||
| If You Only Knew What I'm Planning | |
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| Nobody else seems to like this picture as much as I do. It looks like crap when shrunken though. | |||
| Rabbit in the Headlights | |
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| Why, I never thought such a thing was possible! | |||
| Something's on the Wall! | |
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| If you look closely enough, you can see my teeth. I bet you didn't want to, though, huh? | |||
| Fiddle Faddle, I Need to Skedaddle | |
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| Well, I decided to go out for the evening, but I felt I looked not-so-bad. So I thought I may as well capture it on, well, not film. | |||
| Making Me Nervous | |
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| It's pictures like this that really don't need an explanation or description that makes me hate writing these descriptions. | |||
| 'Sup, Holmes? | |
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| Somebody needs some color. It's probably me. | |||
| What's Sleep? | |
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| I think the dark circles under my eyes testify on behalf of the fact that I don't sleep. | |||
| Deal With It | |
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| This picture kinda sucks. I'm surprised I didn't delete it. | |||
| Let's Try Something Different | |
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| I've never taken this kind of photo before. | |||
| Everyone's Doing This Pose | |
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| Well, at least everyone on MySpace seems to have a picture in this fashion, with a brightly illuminated forearm in the foreground. So I suppose I should too. | |||
| Meh, Really | |
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| Forearm? Foreground? Get it? Ha! | |||
| Don't Point That At Me | |
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| No, don't take a picture of me! I'm warning you! Hey-- | |||
| We'll Have a Berry Great Time! | |
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| We'll just pretend I have some weird berry in my mouth, okay? It's apparently sour and bitter too. | |||