Took a photo for my passport renewal yesterday and I pretty much look like a serial killer. And my hair…I have no idea what it was trying to do yesterday other than make me look like a vagrant.
It’s just my luck that I had to take this photo on (1) a hot, humid day (YUCK), and (2) a day on which suffered from food poisoning. This is the second bad passport photo I’ve taken in a decade. Could this be some kind of karmic retribution for past indiscretions? Better luck in 10 years, I guess.
Cracked open my journal this morning. Saw what I wrote last night. It’s interesting, to say the least…
I’d like to preface the following by stating what will become very obvious: I was inebriated.
August 22, 2011
It’s 9:30 p.m. Monday. Feeling really good.
My head feels heavy & light at the same time.
Frankly, I am delighted that I can even write or that I even thought of the word “delight.”
I really am awesome.
Today was a good day.
…the hell? It’s just so…I don’t know. What the hell is going on? I don’t think I can ever listen to this song again without thinking of an older lady using power tools and swaying her ass back and forth as she seductively licks her lips. At least the video is highlighting an important issue: the Equal PayDay movement, a campaign to bring attention to the unequal wage differences between men and woman. I can definitely root for that. I’m just not sure anyone who watches this video actually pays attention to the supporting copy. Frankly, I was flabbergasted at the sight of shaking booties and boobies.
However, despite the initial reaction, this needs to be said: I do love that most of these ladies look pretty damn awesome for their age. Botox and plastic surgery be damned. I’d love to look like some of them when I’m in my 60s. I’m talking to you, Nancy and Clara.
Hey, I know! Lets pave the new residential street but leave the utility pole right in the middle of it. Really, it just makes the most sense to do that.
Open roads are up ahead...