So, I’m trying to take a sufficiently mysterious and creepy picture of myself to use in my creepy art project–as those of you who read my last post know–and, as you also know, we’ve been talking about the necessity of coming to terms with what you look like and blah blah blah.
Well, anyway, my point is that my whole damn goal was to take a picture of myself that looked creepy, so I… well, you’ll see. I overdid it with the eyeliner and the red lipstick and… I think I accidentally succeeded in taking the cutest picture of me ever. What the hell?
It just makes me laugh so hard that the one time I want to take a picture of me that gives me the heebie jeebies, I get a photo that shows me in a way I could stand to look.
Tiny Cat Pants 