I've been examining these snappy photographs since
yesterday.
Note to Self: Pay the damn cable bill.
And some things are readily apparent.
I look best in this turban, which can only mean one thing. It's probably a girl's turban. I always embarrass myself.
I look like a hastily scribbled extra in a Betty Boop cartoon. I should be weaving a basket and moaning "mercy, me" to Cirque du Soleil contortionists in Death Stalker Scorpion club wear.
Oh, this one's good for my street cred, but only in the blue. In white, I'm King Kong's Q-Tip.
Joan Van Ark after a nice clarifying shampoo.
Game Show Host ("What's My Hookah?") / Sewing Club Pincushion
Now, this is the hat for driving my Saturn.
