April 7, 2011

Ponies.

No, not this kind:



(Although I have impeccable form.) This kind:


It's a well-known obsession of mine. I love them. Not the long, "thought-out" ponytail, more of the "afterthought" ponytail. The kind that's not necessary, just a convenience. Question my sanity away, friends. Analyze it as much as you'd like. I can't explain it. It is what it is.

My favorite ponytailed man? My long-haired baby brother.


And the ladies love him.

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