She came in through the bathroom window.
Maybe it's because NTS turned a year old on Christmas Eve and I've been thinking a lot about which, if any, direction to drive the blog in Year Two. Or maybe it's because webblogs are to personal boundaries what caustic lye is to hair clogs. Or because my site meter plummeted so low over the holidays that my ibook hurled itself off the piano in despair and I will do anything to bring you back.
Whatever the underlying cause, I have decided it's time to unveil.
Still thinking about it...
Let's just get it over with, shall we? I thought I'd start out naked (or as Patrick says, nekkid). From the neck up, anyhow. Because part of my rationale behind remaining faceless is not wanting to feel like I have an image to maintain. So let's just dispense with the image right off the bat. Here I am, freshly showered & barefaced, the unretouched truth:
...'tis done.
Can I just interject how weird and sort of dirty it feels to be photographing yourself? Lock-yourself-in-the-bathroom weird and dirty. What-is-she-doing-in-there weird and dirty.
Anyway, that is me in the morning. Mornings that my hair gets washed, anyway. That is as up close and personal as it gets, folks. This is what the rest of the world sees:
Well, that's what they see when my hair is clean and brushed. Which is less often than I care to confess. Let me maintain a little bit of an image. We can also pretend my legs are shaved.
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—Kyran, 4:38 PM
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12 Comments:
you go girl! if it's any comfort, i think the only person who's stats aren't plummeting over the holidays is mr. google analytics.
i kind of like the pure narcissism of the bathroom self-portrait. i have taken more than i care to admit.
here's to total web domination in 2007, sister!
i wish i could say all the above misspellings/grammar atrocities are due to drunk-commenting (drunk-dialing's evil twin), but i am cold stone sober. :(
You are lovely! And yay, I'm back in Arkansas for the holidays and it feels lovely!
wonderful! i think i was the only one actually reading blogs over the holidays as i cooked my turkey dinner.
now i can recognize you the next time you come through the maritimes heading back to that big rock called home!
Hey, thanks for stopping by my blog - you crack me up. I'll definitely be back to visit (and link).
By the way, I lived in Northeast Arkansas for six years - would love to know what part you are in.
Got your comment...hee/hee.
I lived in Jonesboro, AR - not too far from LR.
My e-mail is jessicaprince at hotmail dot com.
sgazetti, I picture you with leiderhosen and skis.
jessica, my husband went to college in Jonesboro. love your blog, too. the idea you could crush on gay men never occured to me, and opens up a whole new arena of crushing.
bobbie, the day i am recognized in any kind of airport, ferry terminal or truckstop will be the day I have arrived as a blogger.
nat, if it's going to be this green at christmas, it should at least be warm, don't you think?
jen, i like it when you are atrocious. :)
My wife is beautiful, isn't she?
The first time I saw her, she was standing against a big plate glass window and the sun was streaming in behind her. The backlighting made her glow like an angel and I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. It literally took my breath away.
She has only gotten more beautiful since.
(blush)
You are just as I remember only more lovely. Bravo!
Gee, I'm starting to feel like I've done something. Screw the writing. From now on, it's a photo a day!
xo
Yea! Unveiled! My stats TOTALLY dip in December. No worries - we all come back!
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