My name is Alicia, and I have an addiction to Instagram.
A legit addiction to taking stupid photos of my slightly-less-than-entertaining-shut-up-I-think-it’s-funny life, adding a pre-fabricated filter, calling it art & spewing it all over the Internetz. You’re welcome, Twitter. (<- ps. Follow me. For reals.)
This is dangerous for a number of reasons, chief among them is if my daughters ever come across these pictures they will surely stick me in the worst excuse for an old-age home known to mankind. Also? It’s mostly a blatant excuse to fan the flames of a social-media life I have created in my head. I blame you, by the way. Stop saying you wait for my Facebook status updates because they’re funny. Quit laughing at my tweets. (ignore that, don’t quit. I love it.)
I’ll keep showing up if you do. Because there will always be more epic gems such as this: