Isn't Instagram magical?
However, this is more realistic:
Sometimes people leave me alone in cars for too long and I take "ironic," self-indulgent, pre-teen-esque pictures of myself. Oops.
I enjoy candid photography of anyone other than myself, candy corn, graduating with a degree that has virtually guaranteed I'll be homeless (update: I'm not homeless!), naps, pretending to be interested in sports, reality TV, tattoos, trashy teen novels, wishful thinking, & writing.
As you can see, my life is one big guilty pleasure and, yes, that's embarrassing.
