Don't Blame Me, I Wrote a Disclaimer...

Remember? The disclaimer (there on the sidebar) making my excuses for being so much more witty and charming and, well, socially functional on the internet? I still hold to it. I am more witty and charming and socially functional on the internet. It's cuz I can edit. (oh how i love that backspace button).

Anyhow, yesterday I realized I am also hotter on the internet. I know, I know, you all think I'm smoking hot in person, but humor me for a minute.

See, Chuck lost his tooth last night and wanted to Skype Nana (my mom in AZ) to show her so we pulled out the webcam and gave her a ring. We're sitting there chatting and I'm checking myself out on the little window inset and I think, 'man, i'm smoking today. I should document it so i have proof when i'm, you know, not so smoking.' And it's true, I looked good on that webcam. I'm not sure if it was the mood lighting from the glow of the computer screen, or the fact that I had at one point had eyeshadow and lipgloss on, or if it was that I had actually made some effort with my hair instead of just pulling it up into a hair tie, but something was different.

So I tried to document it. With my Nikon.

Yeah, not so smoking on the Nikon. But still, light to medium foxy, so I offer up for your perusal,

me.

on a sunday night.

by the light of the flash.

with my less than stellar antm poses.

and yes, i am a lefthanded self portrait taker.

apparently i can't aim with my right. all i got was wall.