The other night, I made the humongous mistake of taking a gander at myself in a magnifying mirror. I swear to God, I thought Keith Richards was standing behind me for a second there. But then I looked again--and scared the crap out of myself. Those were MY wrinkles staring back at me. Just who the hell had carved those crags into my face when I wasn't looking?
And then I realized, I'd done it to myself. I'd caused my own face to crumble by smiling too much! Is this I'm repaid for my kindness to mankind--with crevices next to my mouth that look like they belong on Mt. Rushmore?
Yup. So in my next life, I figure the only way to go is to be an enigma. I'm gonna be the Mona Freaking Lisa of the 3000s, and leave people wondering all the time--is she happy, sad, mad, what? Just what does that (non)expression on her face mean?--when all I'm really trying to do is preserve my collagen.
You crack me up! This is good fun stuff to read.
Posted by: Dolly | December 29, 2005 at 01:48 PM