“You’re not serious, you’re fussy. You’re a silly little thing and you know it.”
yeah
Ivy…
its not a knife, but the whole cutting your panties off, and that extra set of hands…
its a button pusher.
Uh, buttons definitely pushed.
And scissors are definitely two knives hinged together so it counts for me.
Also, I’d just like to share that the tag on this was “pointy things and girly panties inevitably make me think of Ivy”. Which is just the best tag ever.
So I’ve discovered clothes pins.
In a big way.
Um, I really like it.
Just need to work out how to get somebody to put them on me.
I don’t like being photographed at all. I just feel like you interrupt the natural flow of hanging out, having a good time, etc to get all posy and *show* that you’re having a good time. It breaks stuff up and it just feels awkward and I feel like I’m wasting precious time.
Conversely, whoever thought up the notion of a “candid photo” as an alternative to the posed nonsense should be taken outside and shot. (Not with a camera. Hurr hurr photography joke. Admonish me later, Montecervesa).
I am too lazy to figure out where else I expressed this sentiment on my tumblr. Just kidding, it’s here. I don’t even have the cruelty in my heart to get lazy on you people and make you do work.
However, it was someone close to me’s birthday recently, so I allowed myself to be photographed as a part of the celebration. Because I don’t want to be a nag and because, oh, whatever.
Guess who still smiles like she’s six?