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Aw, fucksticks!
The morning of September 11, 2001, I woke up, put on my brand-new Geek Girl t-shirt (see icon), posed in front of my grandmother's piano which I had recently acquired and put into my apartment, and took a damn good picture of myself. It has the date stamped on the bottom, and has always been interesting for me to pull out and look at and think, "Damn."
I think that picture was lost in the great hard drive failure of '08. This makes me very sad.
Also, you know, 9/11.
The morning of September 11, 2001, I woke up, put on my brand-new Geek Girl t-shirt (see icon), posed in front of my grandmother's piano which I had recently acquired and put into my apartment, and took a damn good picture of myself. It has the date stamped on the bottom, and has always been interesting for me to pull out and look at and think, "Damn."
I think that picture was lost in the great hard drive failure of '08. This makes me very sad.
Also, you know, 9/11.