Cabbages grew on my father's farm on the cold October morning on which I was born. I have an obsession with fluffy-faced marshmallows because they remind me of the clouds that hovered above the innocent memory of my cradle. When faced with a choice in life, I will choose candle wax because of it's ability to lighten my mood and I resort to heffalumps to keep me in the general state of jolity.
My mission is to comb the backstreets and alleys of the Earth in order to seek out the most uncomfortable situations possible. I specialize in photos of awkwardness. All things awkward.
For you, my dear reader, I climb over stormy hill and bale to glean the nuggets of awkwardness and uncomfortablity that you crave.
Upon reading this blog, you can be certain of finding nothing less than pure unadultered awkwardness.
Evelyn SnaP!
My mission is to comb the backstreets and alleys of the Earth in order to seek out the most uncomfortable situations possible. I specialize in photos of awkwardness. All things awkward.
For you, my dear reader, I climb over stormy hill and bale to glean the nuggets of awkwardness and uncomfortablity that you crave.
Upon reading this blog, you can be certain of finding nothing less than pure unadultered awkwardness.
