Per Tony's Request

blurry...

Goofy smile.

Lopsided eyebrow, will have to check that out.

Demure and such.

A mini bedroom photo shoot just like in the old days, except this time I kept my shirt on. The older I get, the more modest I become?

This is what a look like after a full day of talking about myself, shamelessly gloating about my accomplishments amongst strangers. My hair looked better 12 hours ago, promise.

In what sort of alternate universe am I living where my dad has become my relationship confidant, providing wisdom filled advice I could have never guessed was in him. How is it that he has suddenly emerged as my lone supportive pillar. He has endearing names for all of my boyfriends which are mostly unfortunate derivatives of their given ones.

Last week, perched high atop the stadium in the luxury suite as I sat cozily alongside the billionaire, I spotted my hockey player/sometimes male companion sulk on the bench while his teammates took the ice.