I am addicted to TimeHop, an app that plays with my emotions by reminding me what I posted last year or the year before or six years before that, good lord I have been on the Internet a long time and what do I have to show for it?! Likely nothing because Timehop tells me!
Last year I posted this photo of my 14-year-old self, wearing way too much makeup the way you did when your mom paid for your glamour shots and wouldn’t be happy unless you looked like a Toddlers and Tiaras contestant who has aged out. Also, I haven’t lost any weight since the trip to San Diego I referenced and I’ve gained tons of weight since the 8th grade. Thanks Timehop!
Aww itty baby TJ. Five years ago, when he was just a newborn and hadn’t developed the vocal abilities to tell me he was bored of my parenting so he communicated through yawns and pawing at my boobs, the only part of me that interested him.
I’ve had this photo for years and I posted it six years ago. My cousin Alvilynn and I pose with a racoon. She still looks the same (witchcraft or genes, whatever) and now I look like the racoon. Or is it a Wu-Tang panda?
Are you on Timehop?