Top row: There I am on the left pointing at my head, in case you weren't sure which one was me. Then on the right I'm sitting in the corner. A lot of people put Angus in the corner.
Second row: This is the at-work series. On the left there I'm drumming up a storm and on the right I'm hard at it.
Third row: The Mexican party before and the morning after. (After drinking all that Mexican wine.)
Bottom row: A dramatic reproduction of the 3-day novel weekend. Though the picture was created before the weekend started, it turned out to be very accurate. And lastly, that's me french kissing a french press. (The only photo of us I could rightly publish.)
Me really enjoying some tea out of my NaNoWriMo mug; me somewhat enjoying an Apple; me hiding from communists or something; me in disguise with my rope-hair wig, probably to help me hide from the communists; me wearing my wiggity-wiggity-wack wii hat (which I have only cause it was free, yo); me eating packing tape after going crazy and hungry during the week of packing; me and giraffe ... voguing?; me ... alone.
Don't have one for 2007. I Mustn't've done anything that year.
Starting at the top, we have drinking a chai latte, followed by pretending to listen to gangsta rap (when it was more likely an Alanis album). Then on the next row I’m conducting a thorough search for any remaining Crispy minis (came up with nothing). Then tearing into a cinnamon raisin bagel.. mmm.. jew-y.. On the third row there I’m drinking water and coffee to balance the hydration — always important. Then you can see me playing Colin McRae and finally, there I am pretending to be his holiness, the fedex pope.