Saturday, December 5, 2009

My face and I are not on speaking terms.

When I was about 13 I gave my mother the worlds best silent treatment. We didn't speak for days. I was pretty damn proud of myself (those that know me IRL know it would be a feat for me to keep quiet for any length of time).

Well, because my face is currently behaving like a pubescent junior high boy, I figure I may as well act that way too. So, Face, until you shape up and decide that my entire chin does not need to look like a mountain range on a topographical map, we will not be speaking. I have fun plans today and if you don't at least comply with my attempts to cover you with makeup, I may just lop my entire head off.

Thank you in advance for your compliance.

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