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All I want for Christmas...

Someone started this and I honestly can't remember who.

What I want for Christmas from all of you lot out there is photo's. I have photo quality inkjet paper and a high quality inkjet and my plan for the new year is to put together a photo collage of all my friends and family.

So, what I want is photo's of you lot. The higher the resolution the better, to make them print well, but I will take whatever you give me.

Please?

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mareth_redorb
Dec. 21st, 2005 11:47 pm (UTC)
Talk to mousebane and designadrug for digital photos of me.
missedangel
Dec. 22nd, 2005 12:19 am (UTC)
there are some photo's of our mutual friends at my flickr acct
http://www.flickr.com/photos/32697015@N00/
I will have a look around for any other's I can find, or if you follow the links to some of my friends they may have other shots :)
rainbow_rising
Dec. 22nd, 2005 12:35 am (UTC)
psuedonym777
Dec. 22nd, 2005 12:58 am (UTC)
See my user pics. There should be at least one decent one of me in there.
halloranelder
Dec. 22nd, 2005 03:22 am (UTC)
User pics are rather small, I want one in all your glory! :)
psuedonym777
Dec. 22nd, 2005 04:31 am (UTC)
Ok. Pick which pic you want, and I will email you the original! ;o)
vaingloriesque
Dec. 22nd, 2005 12:59 am (UTC)
I have emailed you a photo. :)
lokicarbis
Dec. 22nd, 2005 01:38 am (UTC)
What she said.
ex_stormwin
Dec. 22nd, 2005 05:01 am (UTC)
Our recent pics are on our flickr account.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/skeelig/
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