How do I say this without sounding like one of those self-obsessed girls with an eating disorder? Here it goes.
I ate a giant cookie for breakfast and it was fucking awesome.
That works. And this cookie was huge. Like, Andre-the-Giant’s-face huge. And much tastier. Not that I’ve tasted…nevermind.
And now, despite the fact that I am:
1. at work.
2. amidst a spree of bad, bad hair days.
3. convinced that when I die, all I will have to show for myself is a bunch of crappy headlines, Forever 21’s entire 2005-06 collection and did I mention BAD HAIR?
Despite all that, I totally have a smile on my face. So, in order to capture this momentous occasion of work + smiling, my producer took a Polaroid of me. Here it is:
I guess my hair doesn’t look as bad as I thought.