Weekly photo session: the American Apparel wall of shame

Whew, I’m barely getting this one in on time…in fact, it may indeed be late.  Well, uh, I assure you I have an extremely good reason for this assignment’s tardiness.  What?  Girl stuff, extremely personal, I might cry out of humiliation if you make me tell you…I’m off the hook?  Good, you chose wisely.
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I see a bad moon rising…

Prologue:  In which I recount one of my terrible nonsensical nightmares.  Do not read if you are expecting to hear anything about Creedence Clearwater Revival or lesbian love scenes a la Mulholland Dr.  And maybe don’t read anyhow…yup, that’s how bad it was.