I mostly just wanted to update because I'm a photo whore and I can't get enough of my big head on the internet.

Mo wants you all to know that if she didn't hang out with, uh, herself, she'd want to. Because "we look like so much fun!" (To be said in our sexy Cartman voice. A voice spawned after many attempts on my behalf to quote the fat boy accurately.)

And I can say: we are.

Please don't stalk me.

I mean, you just have to call. There's no need to be all walking around and hiding in the bushes and poppin' out at me and buying me beers with napkins wrapped around them upon which you've all written me notes all asking for the shirt off my back for your "collection" and stuff. We can hang. Just keep a 50 foot radius at all times and we won't have to worry about that pesky "restraining order."

Actually, I just wanted to play on PhotoDraw and crop them into fun shapes. But they're mostly like arrows and fish and I thought it might be weird to crop Mo and I in a heart or a pair of lips. So, yeah, you get an oval, a square and a fun cut out rectangle type thing.

I just like this one cause we're holding hands. I'm really drunk here. (As evidenced by my rosy cheeks and nose.) And pale. Lord am I pale! Mo wants me to point out her tanness, which is especially noticeable next to my paleassness. Oh, and also how fun and "freeflowing" her hair is. Everyone get that?

Taken at our favorite place for pizza and pitchers - Plank's Bier Garten. Miranda is so smokin in her Page and Plant shirt and trendorific glasses. And then there's Mo. Ow! She just hit me. This photo was the precursor to the one above. I think we'd just finished pitcher one of seven at this point. Look, you can see my shadow head.

Me and Mo at a party in April. The same night that I fell down. On the GROUND.

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Come on, join the notify. It'll be fun. I promise you kisses!