I’m too lazy to check and see if I’ve blogged too much about Facebook, but I have a few things to say.
If you ever thought the past would not come back to haunt you, the 80s are stalking me like Fatal Attraction. I never thought my hair looked good, but I didn’t realize it was actually capable of causing harm. The worst part is that the pictures floating around of me as a teenager only emphasize how freaking old I look now.
In addition to my multiple fashion offenses, I had nicknames. Man, I could be untraceable if only I were, as a friend recently told me, “physically incapable of not keeping in touch.” Missy Saunders is a fairly well known one, but less well-known and making a comeback (thank you Larry Goldstein) is Moose (after the girl from You Can’t Do that on Television) anyone? I must have a totally warped perception of what I look like or very dirty mirrors because I never thought I resembled her or the Irish girl from American Idol this season (Carly Smithson).
If you tell me I look (and act) like my 4 year old, then I think you’d have a case…
