When I was at rehab, one of my friends who was house sitting confessed that while I was away, he had accidentally stumbled across something on my computer that made him extremely uncomfortable. I cursed myself for not deleting the Plushie porn after downloading it, but it turns out his discovery was even worse.
He had opened my iPhoto and saw the 500-odd portraits I had taken of myself back during the initial Friendster and Myspace craze. I was mortified, AM STILL mortified, but I figure it's better to face these things head on. So, I give to you a video montage of my early internet social networking self-images. I wish I could claim that these photos were a pre-planned project to see how I'd grown since 2002, but no, each one was purely a ploy to try and land a boyfriend. I threw in some gory stuff from my pill-induced break down period in there too, so be warned. There will be blood. Oh, and I also set it to some time period appropriate Luxx/Berliniamsburg music. Enjoy, or be horrified.
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when did looking at yourself become a bad thing.. No one told me. ugh.
-JJR
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