My but I'm a self conscious creature.
It seems all the arrogance and invincibility of youth has given way to extreme neurosis.
Nothing drives home this point like grabbing pictures of me off the digital camera.
I think I am destined for dorkiness. Maybe that's why I haven't been able to get the nerve up for dancing. Cause I'm a bespeckled, short haired dork.
Arrgh.
Don't believe me?
Well, here's a picture of me before I got my hair cut.
Now is that dork portrait of the year or what?
Yup, so me with long hair is a muppet with glasses. Put that hair in ponytails and you'll have a fraggle. In fact, in that picture, I'm actually singing "down in fraggle rock."
I am. I was singing down in fraggle rock.
Well, not really. But I'll bet you saw that picture and thought that, didn't you?
So, of course, I got rid of my fraggle hair. So I cut my hair. But now look, dorkarama.
See? Here's me, the dork poster child. See, I look like I should be hanging out at a sci fi convention or something.
Come on, picture it, I'm one step away from talking in vulcan.
Hmm. Maybe this is why I can't get the motivation for dancing. It's hard to get up on stage and dance sexy when you're a dork.
I've resorted to practicing in front of the mirror, but that doesn't work because I just think I should be playing "down in fraggle rock" while I dance.
God it sucks to be me.
What do you think? Think I should audition for fraggle poster child? If so, click here
Now Im gonna go drink. I really need one.