As I'm quite sure you're all aware, Andrew has made recent photoshop sketches of his buddies and self. Never one to be behind during fashionable times, I too have requested/received a Tran picture. Since I'm such a happy girl and I didn't have any non-smiling, normal looking pictures of myself, I snapped one with my trusty digital camera. Below is a tracing-on-original-photo done by Mr. AT, and quite a horrific one at that.
What have I become (with the help of the ex-Miss Tran)?! Another cloned Asian-biznit-whore, that's what. I'm really not digging the tacky black rings of lip liner, the needle-thin plastered on eyebrows, or the heavily rimmed black eyeliner reminiscent of those fake slutty girls from high school who many hated and few were in love with. Perhaps I should change this to my new look? Oh save me, dear Lord (or Allah or Buddha or Brad Pitt, whichever is your fancy)!
That's right, another useless post. Somebody needs to stand over my desk with a whip (preferably a nice young gentleman with no shirt and rippling musskles) to force me back to work.