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Wednesday, January 05, 2005


Even though I’m depressed, lonely, and stressed, I suspect what I noticed in the mirror might be true: I look devastatingly beautiful today. I think it’s something about the sadness around my eyes.

I wish pictures recorded what I see in the mirror. I am terribly unphotogenic, so I get disappointed when I think I’m pretty and see photographic evidence that I’m not.


Blogger Megan said...

Ever look in the mirror an hour or so after a good cry? Hot damn. Smokin.

7:37 PM  
Blogger cilee said...

I so have this same feeling. Then I blame Nick for holding the camera in such a way that makes me uncute.

11:38 PM  
Blogger HollyOak said...

Just stumbled across your blog a few days ago. I like it! A friend told me once that the problem with having his picture taken was that it always turned out to look as though his image had been steamrolled onto paper. Perhaps that's why so few people are photogenic...

5:25 AM  

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