Dunno why, but...
I suppose it was Twitter that did me in. Got brave somehow and posted a picture of myself with no shirt (IN MY BRA, get your minds out the gutter you wankers). Showed off a few of my scars, but cleaning off my hard drive I realized I actually had one of my back.
So here you have it: a look at why I hate the way I look. Me and my family went to some LOST DVD release party in Times Square (okay, so I dragged the lot of them down), and it was bloody cold but I wanted to look tropical and cute. I had a wrap, but a gust blew it off my shoulders just as this got taken...
And now I'm going to click 'post' before I chicken out, because this is supposed to be therapeutic or some nonsense. Blah.
So here you have it: a look at why I hate the way I look. Me and my family went to some LOST DVD release party in Times Square (okay, so I dragged the lot of them down), and it was bloody cold but I wanted to look tropical and cute. I had a wrap, but a gust blew it off my shoulders just as this got taken...
And now I'm going to click 'post' before I chicken out, because this is supposed to be therapeutic or some nonsense. Blah.