Don't worry, I'm not leaving you hanging - I'll get to my worst songs list tomorrow (and I'll get to this
war cry, also).
Husband has been chasing me around the house with the camera, so here you go. You know, I'm really, incredibly camera shy, which is why you've only seen about two pictures of me in three years. So here's the face that goes with the words. They're orange-ish because my husband is an artist and he's got that weird creative streak that means nothing must ever be normal and I really didn't feel like Photoshopping the damn color out of the things and hey, I'm just trying answer the age old questions "What the hell do you look like?" and "You're really a 400 pound midget, aren't you?"
My face isn't greasy, it's the lighting, I swear.
And this is why you very rarely get photos of me. Because I have to spend way too much time explaining why I don't look like Jessica Alba.
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Someone needs a haircut, bad. And sorry about the title - I was on a Scorpions tear tonight.