It gives me hope, despite the poor grammar.
to Instagram Sunday.
It’s that special time again, when I share five recent pictures and try to not be so lazy with my life. Consider it my birthday present to you, dear readers.
Obligatory crappy fireworks shot; building isn’t on fire — this isn’t San Diego
Real life: Holly testing our friendship with Gronk and LeBron praise
It’s the official weekend now, so get out and celebrate it! I’ll be spending mine with the college bestie and my hairstylist (finally!) … nothing like the 6th of July to get people excited about freedom.
All of the excitement from the Super Bowl has left me entirely exhausted. I figure another installment of Camera Roll Call should do the trick: Entertaining you (or maybe just me) while showing off my photo skillz that killz.
Gasparilla handiwork: The ring needed its own bow too.
Traffic is wiggity, wiggity, wiggity whack.
Real nice, Senator Rubio — but Mr. Amanda is my father.
Playing MASH in the office … just a regular day.
Had lunch yesterday with Rays player David Price. It was a really big table.
If this isn’t a testament to how random my life is, then I don’t know what is.
I’ll take an order of David Price with a red dune buggy and Kris Kross on the side, please and thank you.
I have a terrible habit of “forgetting” to upload pictures … I find it incredibly time-consuming, and I’m usually too impatient to give a shit if they ever make it online.
But I realize, then, what’s the point of taking photos if you’re not sharing them? So, I bring you the start of a new series: Camera Roll Call. (Thanks to my friend, Cosmo, for naming this when I was too lazy to do so.)
Each post will feature the last five pictures I’ve taken on my phone (not counting repeat/similar shots — otherwise, it’d be five angles of the same thing because I’m an idiot artist).
We’ll see how long this lasts.
Epcot with family and friends — NINE-pound lemons?! I’m a child.
Canada: What’s that aboot, eh?
Scotch Egg from The Rose & Crown Pub in “England.” Deliciously savory!
The worst skywriter I’ve ever seen. It’s supposed to be “U + GOD = J” … suuure.
The big ball! In case we forgot where we were.
Phew. I feel like this was a productive therapy sesh, and much cheaper than paying someone to listen.