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>Photodiculous phacebook

>I don’t understand why there are so many pictures of me on Facebook, when I really don’t like to have my picture taken. And I do understand that I can untag them if I want… and it is tempting at times (there are many, many unflattering pictures). But unless it was so bad that it made me cry, I don’t think I would untag it. Just because a picture isn’t flattering, it doesn’t mean that it is an inaccurate portrayal of how I look right now. Mostly I get bunged up about photos only because I hate how chubby I’ve been looking in them lately… but damn it! I am chubby lately. If I want to stop looking chubby in pictures, I should get my ass exercising and eat better, not untag a bunch of photos that are not exactly pretty. Now that I’m thinking about it… I’m pretty sure I’ve always been chubby. Hmmm… must find some way of dealing with that that doesn’t involve eating healthy and/or exercise. Where is that magic pill I’ve been waiting for??



>I decided to cut my own hair today. I should have practiced on my Barbie more when I was young.

Original Comments:

Carey wrote (on 01/05/08):
Were you drunk? I don’t recommend cutting your own hair when you are drunk. Not that I know anything about that.

Jodi-Wan Kenobi wrote (on 08/05/08):
I wasn’t drunk, but it was before work and I *was* cranky. Stupid growing-out-hair! Be less stupid!!