new york city wanderings

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my “blue steel”

Apparently, I have an “I look awesome!” pose:

It is exactly the same as my “I look like a tool” pose:

But not quite the same as my “No, seriously, I look like a tool” pose:

(They vary.)

And drastically different from my “Fuck yeah, I just met Yoda” pose:

Just call it my “Blue Steel.”


NOTE: So it seems that this was my 200th post. I feel like it should have been something more clever than stupid pictures of myself. Damn.


* There is a story behind the severly misguided Groucho Marx impression. Maybe one day I will tell it. Or, you can just ask Dr. Roommate.

whatever gets you through the day