I've gotten in the habit of cleaning personal files off of my computer pretty regularly. Just because. I mean, I don't really like the idea that the tech guy could log on and see my stuff. So before I clean out my current cache of personal pictures in My Documents, here are the wonderful treasures I found:
A picture of the Annisquam lighthouse. Annisquam is this tiny little town in Massachusetts, about an hour north of Boston, where my grandparents live. When me and my sis and my cousins were all kids, my grandparents had a house that overlooked this scene where the Annisquam River meets the ocean and we would spend summers there, swimming and playing tennis and eating lobster.
This is my friend Aaron. Aaron, I'm sorry for exposing you and your lovely cat Austin and the love you share for each other, but I think you're the one who actually sent this pic out to the rest of us, so you have no one to blame but yourself. Whenever I am feeling low, I look at this picture and laugh (with you, not at you).
YES ladies, THAT'S RIGHT! It's Adam Brody in a wet shirt! I think I have seen one episode of the OC in my life, yet I think he's absolutely adorable. I have no idea what he's really like...he could be the biggest jerk in the world, but he's still nice to look at. Especially because in my imagination, he has just finished frolicking in the freezing cold ocean to prove his undying love
pour moi.
Let me start this off by saying that I adore the Harry Potter series and just finished the seventh and final book yesterday after having to take a short break to sob uncontrollably after Harry walked into the forest. Those of you who have read it, you know exactly what I am referring to. That was a multi-kleenex book, let me tell you what. I am a little sad that the epic series has come to a close, but since they're the best books I have ever read, I know I'll read them all again. Like in a couple of weeks. I also like the movies, but I found this picture of Daniel Radcliff right before movie #5 hit the theaters, and I think it tainted my viewing a bit. You see, he looks like a young uber-gay George Michael or something, with his leather vest, heated gaze, and scruffy I'm-17-but-LOOK-I-have-chest-hair! chest hair. And matching beard (?). Oh Harry...I mean, Daniel. What are you doing? WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? There are millions of British and American women who LOVE you and think that you ARE Harry Potter, and you are RUINING my/their perception of you! And all of this, after that heated couple of weeks where people were berating you for that play where you danced around naked with horses or something...I just glazed over the articles and pictures and then defended your honor. And then you go trotting around town wearing THIS! For SHAME, Harry Potter, FOR SHAME.
Phew, this is a much better picture. Much more relaxing. Sweet little puppy, you wouldn't go traipsing around looking like you were about to kill someone and then throw sparkly rainbows and unicorns on them.
This is a better picture too. I heart you, Jim Halperts. Especially when you said in that one episode: "Because right now, this is a job. If I advance any higher, this would be my career. And if this were my career, I'd have to throw myself in front of a train." Because go figure, that's sort of how I feel about MY job!! And I don't even have a Pam (I mean, it would be a guy Pam) to fixate on. Nope. Not in this office of 30-some emotional sorority women. No siree, no Jim Halperts here.
A picture of the Annisquam lighthouse. Annisquam is this tiny little town in Massachusetts, about an hour north of Boston, where my grandparents live. When me and my sis and my cousins were all kids, my grandparents had a house that overlooked this scene where the Annisquam River meets the ocean and we would spend summers there, swimming and playing tennis and eating lobster. 
This is my friend Aaron. Aaron, I'm sorry for exposing you and your lovely cat Austin and the love you share for each other, but I think you're the one who actually sent this pic out to the rest of us, so you have no one to blame but yourself. Whenever I am feeling low, I look at this picture and laugh (with you, not at you). 
YES ladies, THAT'S RIGHT! It's Adam Brody in a wet shirt! I think I have seen one episode of the OC in my life, yet I think he's absolutely adorable. I have no idea what he's really like...he could be the biggest jerk in the world, but he's still nice to look at. Especially because in my imagination, he has just finished frolicking in the freezing cold ocean to prove his undying love pour moi. 
Let me start this off by saying that I adore the Harry Potter series and just finished the seventh and final book yesterday after having to take a short break to sob uncontrollably after Harry walked into the forest. Those of you who have read it, you know exactly what I am referring to. That was a multi-kleenex book, let me tell you what. I am a little sad that the epic series has come to a close, but since they're the best books I have ever read, I know I'll read them all again. Like in a couple of weeks. I also like the movies, but I found this picture of Daniel Radcliff right before movie #5 hit the theaters, and I think it tainted my viewing a bit. You see, he looks like a young uber-gay George Michael or something, with his leather vest, heated gaze, and scruffy I'm-17-but-LOOK-I-have-chest-hair! chest hair. And matching beard (?). Oh Harry...I mean, Daniel. What are you doing? WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? There are millions of British and American women who LOVE you and think that you ARE Harry Potter, and you are RUINING my/their perception of you! And all of this, after that heated couple of weeks where people were berating you for that play where you danced around naked with horses or something...I just glazed over the articles and pictures and then defended your honor. And then you go trotting around town wearing THIS! For SHAME, Harry Potter, FOR SHAME. 
Phew, this is a much better picture. Much more relaxing. Sweet little puppy, you wouldn't go traipsing around looking like you were about to kill someone and then throw sparkly rainbows and unicorns on them. 
This is a better picture too. I heart you, Jim Halperts. Especially when you said in that one episode: "Because right now, this is a job. If I advance any higher, this would be my career. And if this were my career, I'd have to throw myself in front of a train." Because go figure, that's sort of how I feel about MY job!! And I don't even have a Pam (I mean, it would be a guy Pam) to fixate on. Nope. Not in this office of 30-some emotional sorority women. No siree, no Jim Halperts here.
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