Vanity

First off thank you for the comments. I'll continue to tweak with things, and of course you all are more than welcome to let me know what you think. I'm all about the freedom of speech.

So today after a couple of weeks of putting it off I went and got my passport photos. The reason for my procrastination was very simple: vanity. I wanted to look great for my passport photos, or at least better than last time (I was fifteen, had ill fitting glasses, and REALLY thick bangs). So I kept putting it off because it was raining, or my hair wasn't right, or I wasn't feeling well, etc etc. But, today I thought I looked decent enough and finally put some lipstick on and dragged my butt down to FedEx Kinko's.

The result? I look drunk, or sick, or something. My hair is sticking up ever so slightly in the back and my eyes aren't fully open, and my eyebrows look totally different (apparently my penciling them darker skills are SERIOUSLY lacking). Okay, to be fair, they aren't horrible. But, after all that time worrying over my appearances the photos come out less than stellar.

Anyone else sense the delicious irony here? I so am. So I'm sucking it up, sending the photos in, and living with it for the next ten years. Oh yeah... vanity you have served me well this day.