I can say for certain that no one ever mentions my brown eyes. But when I put in my contact lenses, people notice my blue ones. Makes me wonder if blondes really do have more fun.
Frumpy
I love this sweater dearly - it was a gift from a special person. But it makes me look ... well, ... I look ... bigger!. Those aren't rolls of fat around my waist, it's just the sweater.
This was definitely a bad hair day and exactly what was I doing standing in a parking lot?
Shitfaced
This was taken on Halloween. I was in West Hollywood where they celebrate Halloween seriously and one year I did my best to keep up. Here I am sitting in The Palms, a bar on Santa Monica Boulevard. Yup, I've had one or two too many. The photographer really did make an attempt to get me to smile. This was the best I could do.
Naked
Click here to see a bare-breasted woman with a heart of stone. And it's a REALLY lousy picture of me.