"That I Would be Good Even if I Lost Sanity..."

Excitingly enough, we were robbed last night.

At church to-day, Shirley took one look at me and started pulling at my shirt and saying, "Oh, you need to cover up your bra straps!". She kept poking my shirt and trying to make it modest. It's a soft white tank top that goes under a much prettier crinkly white long-sleeved blouse that's meant to be worn open. Maybe I shouldn't wear it any more! This is the second time someone's commented that it's revealing.

(the first time, it was one of the librarians. There was a boy who had removed his shirt in the library, and I went back to let her know, and I said, "There's a boy who isn't wearing a shirt--". She said, "Neither are you," and looked at me pointedly. As I said! I should probably stick to wearing it at home, seeing as it elicits such a response.)

In any case, they took the CD players out of the cars, Mama's digital camera, and my car keys; as far as we can tell, nothing else. I remain glad we're moving--I assume the Mennonite neighbours won't do this.

At church to-day, Rog gave me a colouring book of anatomy, a college-level colouring book! XD I love it. I need to write him a very pretty thank-you note. Eheehee.

(This song in my subject line, I need to upload it; it always makes me cry. It's very--meaningful. To me. Amy gave it to me; Amy has this way of knowing what will touch me.)

"The Light in Me Will Guide You Home..."

Photospam! Sigh, I am such a camerawhore. >_>

Firstly, my white shirt, so you can all judge whether or not it is indecent. :D

( Behold, a brazen hussy! )

For eponinenkind, who requested random pictures of me, is this first part. I often take photographs of myself when I'm feeling pretty, because it's a rare experience; so when I am, I like to make sure I have evidence, so that when later when I'm back to self-hatred I can show them to myself, and say, look! you are pretty. you were pretty then. So that's what this collection of photographs is.

( Mika: )

For erinpuff, who wanted to see my saga of broken glasses! Within are pictures of me with my broken glasses, in their various stage of taped-togetherness, and one of my five-year-old glasses. I don't have any of me from the week when I was wearing Daddy's bifocals, sadly.

( Erin: )

And then just random ones: from our farm produce, and from the fair.

( NANNI. XD One of these is yours. )

That was fun, wasn't it? ^_^

OH! RIGHT! And ( here is the cover page of the porn novel :D )

Done now!