At least I didn't marry K-Fed

I think I need to start putting myself together a bit more. I don't mean more showers, although that couldn't hurt the cause. I mean doing things to, you know, make myself look sparkly-perky-cute. On the whole, I consider anything more than brushing my teeth a total nuisance. Even then, some days are Listerine days. I promise I am not gross, just incredibly lazy.* I put on the business-wear for the job. But if you think those pants have ever been washed, you are sorely mistaken (I do wash my sweaters and shirts with regularity). I rarely fix my hair, instead opting for bobby pins/headbands/rubber bands/pencils to do the work for me. I just don't care! Sure, I feel a little bad next to people who bother to look presentable, but hey, I got an extra 30 minutes of sleep while you were busy being prissy! (That still doesn't help the dark circles under my eyes, though, which I refuse to cover with makeup.) Nevertheless, I think I need to start making an effort.

So I am sure you are wondering what caused this revelation. Or not. But I am going to tell you anyway! I was standing in line at Walgreens, waiting for the lady to fill my order of crazy pills. As I waited, I picked up a copy of People so that I may avail myself of the current issues plaguing the world. On the cover was the incomparably nutty Britney Spears. The gentleman next to me, who appeared to have several open sores and half as many teeth, tapped the cover of the magazine. "She's almost as cute as you," he whispered. So, why do I need to putting a little more effort into my looks?



That's why.


*I should petition the university to graduate me in May with a Bachelor of Arts in Completing the Bare Minimum Yet Still Managing To Succeed (Sort Of).