I (Blown Fuse Tiffany) have very few fond memories of childhood. I was a cynic from birth, sarcastic since kindergarten, and caustic by seventh grade. I chalk it up to having an "old soul."

As a result, I can't remember any happy happy yay! events from my youth. I will thus be forgoing the saccharine-laced kiddie reminiscence. (That's what you get for leaving the gate open, Jim!)

Instead, here's a picture of me, taken tonight, with an expression reflecting how stressful my weekend was (Any weekend in which someone tells you that you look like your mother is a bad weekend).

I shall name it: "So f-ing happy."

You may discuss its artistic merit amongst yourselves.

Posted by: SnoozeBob at 11:44 PM | Comments (3) | Add Comment
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