But, for once, I'm going to blog about something that's pretty much all me today. After all, it made me laugh all night, and I hope it'll do something nice for your Friday.
I've had the unfortunate opportunity to recently go through a ton of old photos due to the passing of one of my best friends. But when my friends and I went through all the old pictures, we can't help but catch ourselves smiling, laughing, and start each sentence with "Dude, remember the time when..."
And tonight, I have the privilege of going through a ton of old Ma family photos because I'm making a slideshow and photo album for my mom for Mother's Day. It means more than a gift certificate to Macy's and I'm broke. Perfect combination.
And below are some funny ass pictures I want to share with you guys, at my expense (you'll see). Like Michelle Collins did in BWE recently.
I was fat and I was happy. I'm still happy.
In my own defense, this was taken in 1991, LOOOONG before Harry Potter was even written.
Stylin' and fresh. And a bit gay.
Shit, I did the denim on denim thing.
I had a WEIRD addiction to Guess. And I wore anything that fit me that my older sister tossed away. And I sang Paula Abdul a lot. None of this is a joke.
This is for Dominic, Aleza, Courtney. Enough said.
That's my mom and dad on their wedding day. Didn't they look gorgeous?! (I am turning off the comments on my blog because all you fuckers are gonna get on me for my mom, I know it.)
But then my mom started looking like a boy. I was in 2nd grade there, the last year I spent going to a school where your mother was a teacher. I got kicked out because Kerry Chan (my girlfriend at the time, and whose mom was ALSO a teacher there, and our relationship was very encouraged by our mothers- this was the Melrose Place of all elementary schools, I swear) didn't want to carry my lunch and I bit her arm and said the "F word".
My dad told me he spent nearly $8,000 on that home theater system. Jeeshush Kwyst!
I was a proud baseball player for St. Gabriel.
But honestly, this is all I did during games. I didn't play. They wouldn't let me play. My uniform never required cleaning from 3rd through 7th grade. I did this shit on the bench. Once, I played outfield and it was really foggy. They hit a pop fly towards me, and since I was just digging for earthworms, I didn't know where the ball landed. The guy ended up rounding home. And I was yelled at by everyone. It fucked me up.
Let's see here. The guy to my left is Sean. We watched a scary movie in the theater once and he had both his legs and head inside his t-shirt the entire time. Above him (the emo guy resting his head on his fist) is my future roommate in NYC, Dominic Sahagun. Still emo. The guy to his left tried to get all of us in pyramid scheme. He is now on Facebook (from what I've been told) with his shirt off in all pictures. The rest, I don't know.
