This is what happens when one has an overwhelming amount of work on their plate but very little motivation to complete it.
T-dog and I snapped a series of shots one evening that I'd like to call "The Evolution of Amy Winehouse." Because T-dog would obliterate me if I shared those photos (which I arranged in a mini slideshow set to "Rehab"), I'll just have to leave my goofiness to make up for it.
Note: This was a poor attempt at Winehouse. Started with the hair, ended up nowhere.
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