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I’m sorry to litter everyone’s Tumblr dashboard with another picture of my mug, but this past weekend I was at my parents’ place and seemingly every time I looked in the mirror, a shot of me circa-1997 was reflected over my shoulder. Sometimes I don’t think I look at all the same, sometimes I think the only differences are the haircut and the extra helping of bitterness.
Either way, I’m glad I eventually abandoned the mock turtlenecks.

I’m sorry to litter everyone’s Tumblr dashboard with another picture of my mug, but this past weekend I was at my parents’ place and seemingly every time I looked in the mirror, a shot of me circa-1997 was reflected over my shoulder. Sometimes I don’t think I look at all the same, sometimes I think the only differences are the haircut and the extra helping of bitterness.

Either way, I’m glad I eventually abandoned the mock turtlenecks.