This might happen quite frequently and so, of course, this might become a regular feature.
So don’t cry or get angsty or pissy if it does.
I’ve warned you. So there. Deal with it… or go buy a hot dog. Hot dogs are friendly like that. They’ll calm you down whenever you need to be calmed down. You can talk to them and eat them at the same time, and guess what?! They don’t even mind!
They’re like Tequila. Without the edge.
They’d be like women, but you can’t talk to a woman AND eat her. It doesn’t work like that. You either talk to her OR eat her.
Not like I’d know. This is me we’re talking about here.
We’re getting off-topic, though.
[b]Anyway…[/b]
I happen to like seeing the way others view me, think of me, and / or take pictures of me.
[i]And yes, if I were speaking, I’d have said the “and, or” just like I said it there.[/i]
So… here is me… by others…
This was from a month or so ago, at the Manta Meet. Go search up either “Manta” or “Mick” and you should find it.
[img]https://www.leighlo.com/uploads/random/2007/01-MickMoody.jpg[/img]
[i]Shot by Mick Moody[/i]
And this one is brand new… as of tonight… and honestly, I’m not too sure what to think of it.
[url=http://sirhc55.smugmug.com/gallery/1120898#129786885-O-LB][img]https://www.leighlo.com/uploads/random/2007/02-ChrisRussell.jpg[/img][/url]
[i]Shot by Chris Russell. You can find a bigger version of it by clicking on the image.[/i]
I’m almost Christ’s saviour or something… does this mean I have to die for your sins or something? Shit. I just had my head shaved and our band is recording soon. The last thing I want is stigmata…