On the left is me, early 1971. I call her Done Baby Lisa.
I’d like to believe that my 6-month-old self was already DONE. WITH ALL OF IT. 673 more words
And since it makes perfect sense that as soon as I make a post about the fact that I haven’t been able to keep my eyes open for two days I should find myself wide the hell awake, I am gracing you all with another blast from the past musical artist for your early morning amusement. 41 more words