Okay so I eat stuff sometimes that isn't good for me. But today, my dad made this horrible concoction that he does sometimes, with hashbrowns and eggs and cheese and onion all fried up together. And it is the greasiest, most disgustingly delicious thing ever. God. If only it would go to my boobs, and not my thighs.

In any case, somehow or other today ended up being the First Annual OT3 Picspam Day of Doom! Otherwise known as: Patty Posted Some Pictures in Which She Looks Gorgeous, and then Kitty Posted Some Pictures in Which She Looks Hot, and Meagan Rounds Off the Lot With Some Pictures In Which She Doesn't Look Too Awful.

Onwards and upwards.


I was thinking about maybe getting contacts, the other day.


Possibly yes? Let me know what you think, o wise and all-knowing ones.


One more, just to be sure.


What is this! Knees in pictures! Blurry shenanigans!


Freshly shaved shenanigans, even!


Bizarre facial shenanigans!


Pretending to be adorable shenanigans! (Don't be fooled, I'm pure evil, like bunnies. Trufax.)


And the long and short of it is, I had a not-too-bad-at-all day today, which is a nice change of pace from the ohmygodIwanttokillmyself days I've been having.

Metric in two sleeps, just so you know. (Dear Emily Haines, Greta failed to kidnap me and keep me as her sex slave, so it is allll you now. xoxox, Meagan)