Except it’s not.
This sort of brings me to the subject of today’s post: photos. Specifically, my flickr photos.
As mentioned previously, I scanned and uploaded a bunch of old photos to flickr recently. I organize my photos into sets, but the site also records and displays photos in the order in which you upload them. This is called your photostream. And my photostream is making waves.
So what I want to say about that is this: Relax. Relax people. I know you're all wondering what the deal is, but the fact that I uploaded photos of me and the X that are currently appearing on my main page doesn’t mean anything. And frankly, I find it a little odd that y’all are goin’ so CRAZY about it.
I mean, come on guys. They’re just photos. Looking at them is sort of like reading the blah-og. You know you actually have to talk to me to figure out what’s really going on over here. The photos are the same. They’re not the whole story.
As for the recent uploads, it’s like this: Matt was around for a really long time. Stuff happened. We took pictures. Other stuff happened. We split up. No matter how bad things went in the end, those four years aren’t just going to disappear. And I’m not going to try to write him out of my history. He was there.
So, my point is, there are many things one should remember when viewing my flickr photos. Here are three off the top of my head that really, should be obvious:
• I’m terribly vain, so I only post what I want you to see.
• I never dated Craig. He just loves being topless.
• Smiling and Happy: not the same thing.
Holy hoopla. Are you satisfied now?
P.S. Has anyone else noticed my repeated and blatant misuse of the colon? I love that thing: indeed I do.