because 1991 was a good year...

for whatever reason, back in 1991, i begged my mom to take me (and my sucker of a friend, Jessica) to the mall so that some stranger could dress me, fluff my hair, apply over used pink lipstick, and then take creepy photos. this wonderful place was Glamour Shots, and yes, they are still in the business of taking creepy photos of teenagers. i'm not sure what's worse, the hair, the outfit, or the huge amount of metal in my mouth, but man i was happy teenager 19 years ago (thanks Mom)!

(that's me on the right)