When Did This Happen?
I think it would be fair to say I've let myself go. I think it would also be fair to say I don't give a crap. There was a time when I would never have even allowed myself to be photographed like this. Now I take the picture myself because I think it's funny. It's currently my display picture on MSN.
Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't go out in public like this. In public I like to wear my tapered Mom Jeans with the elastic waste and cheap white running shoes. I usually manage to wash my face and comb my hair a little better than you see here, but the other day I went out and when I got home I noticed a big glob of white paint on my nose that looked like a huge puss-filled zit. When did I stop even checking in the mirror to make sure I look presentable? I don't know. All I know is something is elementally different about who I am now and who I was even five years ago. I know for a fact I look like I belong on a show like "What Not To Wear." The sad thing is that I'm not one of those people who just doesn't see how bad things have gotten. I see it.
I've known for a long time that I'd rather be dumb and gorgeous than smart and ugly, cause if you're dumb and gorgeous you're to dumb to know you're dumb, but if you're smart and ugly you know you're ugly. (Plus I think that dumb people just generally have happier lives because they are too dumb to be unsatisfied... But now I'm rambling... What was I saying? Oh yeah...) I may not consider myself smart and ugly, but I think it would be fair to say I'm stylish and out of style, which equates to almost the same thing. Seriously.
Anyways... There's no real point to this post except to wonder how this happened. I don't really care that it did. It's just funny how all those things that seemed like they'd always be important stop being important and suddenly you see a picture of yourself that you chose to take and then display staring at you wearing alien glasses, paint, and PJ's.
The only other thing I have to say is, poor Glen.