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:
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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