What a pretty railing, who's that girl leaning on it?
Wasting time before graduation, in my warm-spectrum colors on a blistering day.
I like the way my head is drawn back here, because it makes my neck look like a tree trunk and the face, just a large knot.
Cookie-hunt.
A haughty stare is the only way to carry mom-pants.
Only on a bike trip.
I eschew coffee and tea, but with a mug in my hand, my I-can't-believe-you're-using-MY-camera-on-MY-birthday-to-torture-ME face looks more placid, less petulant. Ironic.
Leela sometimes runs out of things to write and instead has fun with Photo Booth late at night.
Giant house for sale, giant bar for drinking, little Leela for inferiority.
Fluorescent light is supremely unflattering.
Fun with Anna and Katherine at Pier 1.
Strange skirts are Leela's domain, and Ticonderoga is her favorite brand of pencil. So you know.
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