Black Mail...errr...I mean Photo Booth.

Today I cleaned up my photo booth album. I may have just about DIED LAUGHING looking at some of those photos. Here are some of the less incriminating ones. If you even try to tell me that you don't have random photos of yourself on your mac...you're lying. And if you don't have a mac...you need to get one just for photo booth alone. Clearly it provides hours of entertainment.

My mom and I video chat sometimes. This is the face I give her when she tells me this is the umpteenth time she's seen me in my pjs and thinks I should change. For a vid chat. uh-huh.

What can I say, we're a very attractive duo.

V is for victory. And for being able to be PJ clad in bed during a phone interview. This was literally right after I got off the phone post IPG job offer...2.5 months ago. So crazy.

Beauty at its finest.