Gimme Gimme more
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Since I am still too sick to go out and party – pretty much the best excuse I’ve given everyone who invited me out the past two weeks (it worked so far), I’ve resorted to the next best thing – stalking my friends’ online albums for pictures of myself. Sound pitiable? It is. I’ll be the first to admit it. I came across a bunch of pictures taken almost a year ago and to my disappointment found that I look absolutely atrocious in every single one and no, I am not giving you the link.
Usually these so called-professional (my friends) photographer people take good photos. Usually I’m out in a place that’s dark enough with such an impressive but minimal make-up on that I always come across looking acceptable. Usually, I pass for having a sense of style.Not on the night these photos were taken.First of all, I’m wearing a top and leggings that don’t match. Two, the top isn’t a top anyone should wear with leggings. Three, I’m way shiny, and silly, and look lost. Four, my hair looks drier than hay.
At the particular party where these photos where taken, there happened to also be in attendance a young woman I especially dislike. Everyone has people in this world we scribble on our imaginary hit list, either because they trash talk our friends, are clueless about proper social behavior, are extremely desirable, or have fucked the girl we like (in my case with this woman, all four). The worst part about this group of online photos is that however much I look awful, my nemesis looks fabulous.
She’s a knockout in every frame! I’d say we’re tied for the number of photo opts, but while I look remarkably unwanted, she’s glowing like a model straight from a Maxim cover. Her outfit was also casual, classy, and…perfect.Guess you can’t win ‘em all.
Usually these so called-professional (my friends) photographer people take good photos. Usually I’m out in a place that’s dark enough with such an impressive but minimal make-up on that I always come across looking acceptable. Usually, I pass for having a sense of style.Not on the night these photos were taken.First of all, I’m wearing a top and leggings that don’t match. Two, the top isn’t a top anyone should wear with leggings. Three, I’m way shiny, and silly, and look lost. Four, my hair looks drier than hay.
At the particular party where these photos where taken, there happened to also be in attendance a young woman I especially dislike. Everyone has people in this world we scribble on our imaginary hit list, either because they trash talk our friends, are clueless about proper social behavior, are extremely desirable, or have fucked the girl we like (in my case with this woman, all four). The worst part about this group of online photos is that however much I look awful, my nemesis looks fabulous.
She’s a knockout in every frame! I’d say we’re tied for the number of photo opts, but while I look remarkably unwanted, she’s glowing like a model straight from a Maxim cover. Her outfit was also casual, classy, and…perfect.Guess you can’t win ‘em all.
