The problem with always posting baby pictures is that sooner or later I'm gonna run out.

sooner.

This was taken at my cousin Kevin's house. I'm holding my Rainbow Bright doll. I loved Rainbow Bright.

I don't know, maybe 3 years old here?

So ridiculous

"My heart is a metal top spinning forevsies
in an empty jar of invisible jelly."

Writing!

Photo by Jason of JasonRodgersPhotos.com

Dear Hollywood,

Can I see that mirror real quick?

I can tell that we are gonna be friends.

My hair is orange in this picture because my mom tried dying it blond and it turned orange. It was like this for most of 4th grade. The red on my lips is probably from a popsicle.

This is one of my favorite childhood pictures, but that wasn't always the case. It was taken to commemorate my participation in St. Mary's talent show. I think I wore this in the dance number "Opposites Attract". I remember the woman who took this picture was annoyed and stressed out and seemed particularly agitated by the fact that I showed up looking sloppy and dirty, which is how I always looked. She was particularly disgusted by my dirty white moccasins and navy blue socks. She folded the black fabric over my feet to hide them. If I knew then what I know now, I would have told her to relax.

For many years, this picture was crumbled up in a ball in the bottom drawer of my desk. Now it's on the internet. Goodbye shame!

hehehe

Ashley: "One time I got locked in a grocery store for 4 days. It was terrible. I had to survive on groceries."

Writing!

I sleep under this piece of cardboard

Paint and sharpie. Cardboard provided by an anonymous neighbor. I originally misspelled both beautiful and brilliant, that's why the words look weird, but it's actually my favorite part because public displays of misspellings are just fantastic. This hangs behind my bed in Burbank. It's not finished, but when it is, I think I'm gonna give it to my friend Miklos.

Reasons My Sister is Better Than Me (Revised)

I got the story wrong. This is what happened.

"First of all, it was a mussel, a single mussel. In Edinburgh, it's actually fairly easy to find vegetarian food, like in the rest of the U.K. One night, dad got mussels in butter sauce for dinner. He starts raving about how great it tastes and keeps goading me to try one. Since dad had just taken an international trip to help me move to Edinburgh, I felt I should oblige him just this once. It tasted buttery. So one buttery mussel in autumn 2001 was the last time I knowingly ate meat.

A big part of the reason why I don't eat meat is that I don't want a sentient creature to feel pain and die just for me to have a meal. Some shellfish like scallops and mussels don't really have nervous systems like other creatures--their central nervous system isn't, well, centralized--no brain. So if science could prove that scallops or mussels don't feel pain, I would consider eating them."

Sorry for the confusion.