I must confess I am not up to speed in the legal/copyright ramifications of posting photos I do not own in a blog. I just know I’ve been advised to not do it. But alas, I’m saddened by the starkly text-driven format of my dating debacle diary. How does one use pictures and not get in twouble? Help a girl out, pretty please?
As far as I know, I CAN post pictures that are mine, all mine. This morning I was deleting anything and everything scandalous from my old cell phone, which was just replaced with a new hotness!!! and I came across a few pics that are very much indicative of my personality. Thought you may enjoy a sneak peek into the world of 50peach.
Up first is a pic I received as a result of a mass text-bomb (which contained a glaring grammatical error). My old POS phone would sometimes copy me on people’s responses. Within 2 minutes, this message appeared, and I howled. Whoever sent this, I’d love to meet you and have a beer.
Next up we have me, hiding behind my newly cut and colored hair. Why? I tweeted that I’d gone shorter, redder and sassier. The immediate response was “Pics, you tease!”. This is what I tweeted back. I know, I’m an asshole.
Ah, Ira Glass. Also sent to me via text by a dear friend in the midst of 1-2 glasses bottles of wine. We were discussing our love of writing and the heaps of frustration that comes along with it. I loved this statement that night and I love it even more now, sober. It’s a lot less blurry.
Lastly, my zen moment. Tub, candles, wine, book. Heaven.