How can I be a camera whore with such a shitty camera?? How can I take those artsy fartsy 'I'm in really deep, wistful thought' kind of pics and then mess with the color and contrast until I don't even look like myself with such a shitty camera? Well, I shouldn't be... but I am. It's shameful. And you would think since I used to work in a photo lab, I would have a decent camera. Actually, I do... and it's pretty nice, but it's 35mm... and thanks to my rejection of change and all things digital, when I finally broke down, I settled on the cheapest, and in turn, the shittiest. Yes, it's my own fault. I'll take the blame. I don't deny, I TESTIFY!!! I think I'm actually a paranoid old lady in a 24 year old body.. Seriously, I don't trust people, I reject nearly all new technologies, I don't like the holidays, I don't know what I'd do without my electric blanket, I know my dog's name, but I haven't the slightest idea how many cats I have and what their names are, and I'd bury my money in the back yard if I thought I could find it without drawing a map.. and really, if you gotta draw a map, well that just defeats the purpose doesn't it?
and I would have added 'blind as bat' to the list, but I just got contacts (and new glasses too.. the old ones had been sat on more times than I care to think about). It's really strange to be able to see now. It still doesn't register though, so it's gonna take me a while before I start acknowledging people when I pass em. So don't get pissed if I ignore ya! Cause I'm not, I just haven't realized that I can actually see you now! HA! Eh, I guess the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem.. Ya know, this blog seemed to flow well in my head anyway.. but now it just seems like my usual inane ramblings... and I even left out the dream I had about being an investigator trying to thwart a plot to assasinate Bob Dylan... and how the other day, coming home from work, I eluded a cop on the city streets of Ironton while listening to the 'Oh Yeah' song from Ferris Bueller's Day Off... now that was strange.. and also pretty funny. Hmm
and I would have added 'blind as bat' to the list, but I just got contacts (and new glasses too.. the old ones had been sat on more times than I care to think about). It's really strange to be able to see now. It still doesn't register though, so it's gonna take me a while before I start acknowledging people when I pass em. So don't get pissed if I ignore ya! Cause I'm not, I just haven't realized that I can actually see you now! HA! Eh, I guess the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem.. Ya know, this blog seemed to flow well in my head anyway.. but now it just seems like my usual inane ramblings... and I even left out the dream I had about being an investigator trying to thwart a plot to assasinate Bob Dylan... and how the other day, coming home from work, I eluded a cop on the city streets of Ironton while listening to the 'Oh Yeah' song from Ferris Bueller's Day Off... now that was strange.. and also pretty funny. Hmm
