• Random and Odd

    We are being interviewed…

    ‘Cita and I are being interviewed today for the work that we have been doing on the Christie Wilson case.

    It’s flattering, yet it brings so many things into focus.

    SOMEONE out of my control is going to be able to take pictures of ME. I offered to just take the shots myself.
    Not wanting unfavorable pictures of us in mass publication, I was ready to crop, soften and remove any gnarly shots of us and only mail in the good ones, but they insisted they have a real photographer come out and take the shots.

    My mother, sister and I have this agreement: no one posts pictures of each other without first getting permission from the other first. There is a reason for this, my mother is a cruel-ass-bitch.
    This is a good thing to have, an agreement. I broke it recently when I posted the picture of my sister with the ‘underwear’ on her head. She retaliated by posting EVERY horrible picture of me she has…well, except that one picture…that’s her ace in the hole.
    This agreement has let me have restful sleep at night. I know that I won’t wake up to bad pictures plastered on the internet…that I didn’t put up there.

    Who knows what kind of shots this ‘photographer’ is going to get. He’s going to take a picture of me and the non-existing chin. Did you know that? My face is going slide off because I have no chin. It’s there from a front view and then the side profile…NO CHIN, it slides into my neckline.
    Don’t get me started on the shots he’s going to get of me smiling. I hate the fake smiles. Some people have the greatest fake smiles…I’m not one of them. I look like the brother on “My Name is Earl”.
    Racoon eyes. He’s going to get a shot where my eyes look like they are sinking into the back of my head.

    Am I really this vain? I am, huh?

    Why do I care? really? I mean…you guys saw me with cursed hair.

    I think it might have been the ‘We need to send a ‘real’ photographer.’ comment.

    I swear if this REAL photographer shows up with a Nikon D70 I will beat him to death with my camera bag all the while yelling, “I COULD HAVE DONE THIS MYSELF AND SAVED MYSELF TEN XANAX!”