i’m not sure how to make this post funny, but here’s a shot:
i used to live in san francisco, during master’s degree stunt part 1. i eventually left (there are two people in the world that HATE san francisco, one of which is me, maybe because of what happens next, but maybe because the locals are turds and the public transportation sucks).
during a trip home to florida i received a coupon to olan mills portrait studio. i put on a gold dress and packed up my beloved 15 year old dog, chrissy sasha rae. we totally matched (how all dogs and their owners match) and the pictures are cheesy and amazing and i have a 20x24 print in a gaudy gold, carved wooden frame, that my boyfriend won’t let me hang in the bedroom (who really wants that looking down on them …at night?).
two days after the photo shoot my beloved blonde haired dog had a brain aneurysm and died. i’m pretty sure the flashing lights killed her. i got 12 wallets, 4 5x7s, and 2 20x24s for $9.99, and chrissy got a marble urn on the mantle.
blanch-oh-god-it-hurts.