Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
A couple more (looking a bit like Joe Elliot)
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Next haircut:
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
The guy in white is Anthony, my buddy. His ass is very squeezable.
He's a cool guy but can be real bitchy sometimes.
We were gonna get married at one point, just as a complete joke. He thought it might be funny to see his friends' reactions.
So we occasionally say we're dating and then randomly break up.
In high school, we'd stage huge breakups in the halls, where I'd get pissed off and shove him, then storm off, he'd catch me and we'd walk away holding hands.
Ahhh, good times.
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Well that's quite the transformation. Definitely work more on the guy expressions, cause you've almost got it down regarding lookin' like a glam rock bowie lookin' boy. Lookin' good Eddie. I'm diggin' the shorter hair look.
Yeah, Anthony is a good guy.
Thanks, Jacob :-D
Hehehe
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
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Goth... Em, I've got all the stuff for it, but have never really put it together. Actually, once I sort of went for it. I'll see if I can dig up a pic...
I did a Marylin Manson thing once, too. Does that count?
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Hi Eddie,
Wow! Incredible transformation over the past few months. Words fail me ...
Love,
Vicky
just strolling along the boardwalk of life!
John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
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Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Thanks, Vicky
Yeah, I did post one before, I think this one is slightly different though.
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
I look exactly the same now as I did when I was 10, only taller, not so skinny, and I used to have better skin. Damn puberty!
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Started a few years before that, although I'd always been a huge tomboy. I started actually dressing like a boy when I was 8 or 9.Everyone thought I was a boy, from the age of 3 or 4 onward, till I was 15. Which is right before I started really wanting to pass as male again. I wanted to pass between about 8 and 13, then stopped around 14 (my latency period, I guess)... When I realised I was TV (Thanks to Dr. Izzard) I realised I really did want to pass as a boy. Should never have doubted myself.
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Now this pic,of you at ten you look just like a young Lad LOLOriginally Posted by Abraxas
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I thought so, as did everybody else. I always got called a boy. That embarassed me slightly (but I secretly liked it) because my family always made such a big deal about it.
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
i love thoseOriginally Posted by Abraxas
the fallen angel of love, music, and vengence samanthael fell to earth and fell in love with jay and merged with him. she is him and he is her. they love their friends and their sisters.
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Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
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the fallen angel of love, music, and vengence samanthael fell to earth and fell in love with jay and merged with him. she is him and he is her. they love their friends and their sisters.