The joys of the Sunday morning photo shoot.

Well, there really aren't any. Unless you count the fact that a bunch of TrashBags are all up before 2 pm on a Sunday, and therefor delirious with lack of sleep and the affects of whatever they poisoned themselves with the night before. then you have some funny pain, apposed to outright joy.

All in all i did in fact have a hoot, dolling 3 of my vaguely strait male friend up in ridiculous drag. their initial awkwardness made the lack of sleep bearable. The moment i have photos, I will of course share.

Hot fucking DAMN am i tired.

Placating myself with large grease breakfast post shoot was a damn fine idea. At this point i really think it is nanna-nap time. So i bid the good day, or in the words of the band - fuck off and die.

SD