NINE, no i'm kiddin. I am 15 going on to 16 June 20th. Why do I look older or younger than in my pic?
if only you were jesus christ... 5 years older I better start checking the hairbrush for grey hairs soon
WOW, I guess I will take that one as a compliment. And I doubt you have gray hairs yet. you don't look old at all :catgirl:
I haven't commented for long time, but let's see... everyone's looking good! I love your hair too, very cute sweetasuka, I do that crimp dealie sometimes as well. And teddz you always have your puffy headphones on hehe as always Neph: toga party? sounds fun... great pic! Bunsie: I need to get my hair chopped off too. You look marvolous, darling And nobody said anything about sphinxy!!! How dare you guys? j/k VERY cute sphinxy ^__^!! I hate to be shallow, but WoW! Cute boy ^^;; oh yeah... and I'll throw in 2 my two bits (from xmas.) the kid is my nephew
hey i have grey hairs and im not old!! you shouldnt use that as an implication that youre old... besides youre not *that* old silly... oh and yasuko cute pics you have the same expression in both lol your nephews funny too... *sticks her tounge out too*
My duds for today. =] It's 90 degrees out, so I decided to (finally) dress according to weather patterns. Basketball Shorts, Basketball Shoes, light T-shirt, and...my face. Yup. Ph33r.
'Twas a dark and chilly night in Waterloo, Ontario. The troops were returning from the day's battle, their bodies tired and hungry, desperate for any repose. As their unrest grew, Commander Hinder of the A1W Squadron began to grow anxious, fearing mutiny. Just as all looked lost, a mighty shout rang through the hallowed halls of A1W HQ. "FOOD!" boomed the voice, it's throaty roar reaching the very souls of all the men. They each knew deep down what the sound meant: Sir Novus was cooking. As the troops gathered in the mess hall, Captain McCleery entered bearing a tray of piping-hot roasted potatos. He set the tray in front of the men, and in second the food had been devoured. Momentarily, the second course arrived. The plates of warm garlic bread were laid upon the table. This was a treat indeed for the A1W troops, as the recipe was the much-heralded creation of Sir Novus himself. The men tore into the bread, and soon all that was left was crumbs. Captain McCleery returned with the next course: roasted peppers of all colours of the rainbow. The men eagerly chomped down the food, and were delighted to find a pleasant mix of spice, sweetness and other tastes to tempt the palate. Finally, Sir Novus himself burst through the door, the main course in his hands. Pile upon pile of chicken, seasoned, basted and grilled to perfection according to his own specifications. With great pleasure, the troops tore into the meat. When at last the meal was done, tears streamed down the faces of the men of A1W. With a hearty cheer, the men raised their mugs to Sir Novus ... Okay, well that's where I wake up. Anyway, last Tuesday night my fried Mike (the afforementioned Captain) did a little cooking for the others on our floor. This picture is from an ad our don (aka Commander Hinder) posted around the hall in promotion of the event. By the way, that's me on the left.
Heh, summertime heat outfit was already shown So, I present you with: Izzy's Go-Out clothes. Wore this going out last night. Thought it was cute, so I wore 'em. And just for the heck of it...added a snazzy picture of my car right after I washed it. So, it was shiny. =D Neph = triple black, cool. Because triple black is well, triple black.
