Justin TimberNeil

I went through a faze where I was trying to grow my hair, but I didn't know what to do with it, so in my spare time I took hair from celebrities and transferred it onto my head, to see how it would look like. This one I like to call, "Justin TimberNeil". It's Justin Timberlake's hair when he rocked the tight perm. I don't look like Justin Timberlake at all. I look more like a gay Roman. More to come...

Afraid of Clowns

I am scared of clowns. I don't like them. Never have, never will. I think it all stems from a childhood memory where I was at a parade and a couple of clowns knelt down beside me. One of them reached out to touch my elbow. As a kid, you see this happening, all you can think is, "What the F***!, this white faced, red lipped, double chinned clown is trying to snatch me!" So, I tried in vain to get away, but I couldn't because my dad kept pushing me towards him. I remember my dad laughing and pausing to take a photo of this very traumatic moment in my life. Apparently it's really funny to push your kids towards something they're terrified of. The guy with the blue blockers on behind me seems to agree, he thinks this is hilarious. Unfortunately, I still cry at night.

Halloween Costumes

I know Halloween was a while ago, but, I just had to show this. That's my sister on the left, she's Minnie Mouse. My cousin Chris is in the middle, he's Superman. That's me on the right. I told my mom I wanted to be Spiderman. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought Spiderman's costume was blue and red? So how come I'm wearing a white plastic v-neck tablecloth, with green spiders on it? If only you could see the tears streaming down my little face under that horrible, one-size-fits-all mask. I don't look like Spiderman! I look more like a guy who just has spiders crawling over him, and a bad face rash. If you have a bad costume that you want to share, let me know, and I'll post a top 5 all-time bad costume list.

Posing for Pictures

Remember when your parents forced you to pose for pictures? This is the result. Could I be any more gayer? Gayer isn't a word, but really, there isn't a word that can describe this pose. I wonder what was going through my mind as I pulled the flower closer to my body and tilted my head ever so slightly so that the flower could gently caress my soft skin. I was probably thinking, "Could this be any more gayer?"

Uncle A

This is my uncle A. He likes to drink, but who doesn't, right? He's not an alcoholic or anything, he just likes to be under the influence 75% of the time. The other 25% of the time, he's driving to the store to get more alcohol. I mean, you have to be responsible.

My Dad

That's a picture of me and my dad watching TV. I think I was like 6. This was just before my dad beat me. Ok, he didn't, but doesn't he just look like he's going to? As the saying goes..."If looks could kill" He was probably mad because my mom was standing in front of him taking a picture, blocking his view of the tv. I mean wouldn't you be mad too if someone was blocking your view of "The A-team"? It looks like I'm pretty happy in this picture and it also looks like my hand is disappearing in my dad's sideburn.

My Mom

Sometimes, you just want to look at your mother and be like, "Are you on crack? What's wrong with you?" You know what my mom does? My mom will come up with a medical diagnosis for a problem I have that has absolutely nothing to do with the problem. Like, her diagnosis will have no medical backing at all, whatsoever, it's just what she "thinks", or what she "believes" is the problem. For instance, last week I was like, "Mom, my arm hurts." and she was like, "You know why your arm hurts? Because you sleep late! You sleeping at 2am, causes your arms to hurt and da muscles to tighten!" Sleeping late was also the reason why I got headaches, and that one time when the car wouldn't start.