Ask and you shall recieve

I was discussing with a girlfriend that I would make the worst celebrity. For one I like my privacy. Stop laughing. I know thats weird that a person with a blog likes privacy but I do. To an extent. I don't mind telling my closest friends and a certain number of strangers(that would be you) about bedroom exploits, but I'd rather my grandfather didn't find out while reading the Daily News with his morning coffee. So whenever I'm asked to provide pics. I cringe. I've always said that I hate the way I photograph and please note (Mrs. Applebum) that that is not a dig or fish for compliments ;-) I know I'm pretty. And according to G~ I have inner beauty. *smile* That can't be hidden, he added. Aww. The problem is you don't get that from my pics. Not even close. And this is not my speculation, this is fact. I have had my mom, girlfriends, even my bestfriend look at pics I take and go "oh....umm... you were right" and then they make a face and its to the back of the photo album that one goes. The other is that while I have my Diana Ross pic as my signature photo, I do think its a little weird to post pics of myself online. I mean what if someone who reads this, comes up to me on the street. That would be beyond weird, unless your cute. Or you love me. Well then...bring it on.
Enough here they are. Drunk, sweating and shiny. My pics. I had more but for some reason blogger won't load them. I'll add in few days.

This is one of my favs. I'm trying to duck the camera.










Sideshot. Backshot. The camera angles.. don't be so dirty.










All you get in this one is cheek. Cheek for days.










This one is my hands down favorite. You can see me, but you can't really see me. And it gives you alot more than just a look at how incredibly long my eyelashes are.










I have crowned this pic the Alien Eyes Pic. 'Nuff said.