[For the record, I am currently being serenaded by Melissa Etheridge's 1993 opus "Come To My Window". Thank God for TV radio. That's being said, allow me to pull my asshole out of my heart & get real.]
I simply can't bring myself to participate. I don't want to put a picture of a famous person who looks like me because I have every intention of making a name/face for myself. I'm gonna be stuck with this specific face (at least in this economy) , so let's not look at a prettier one for 7 days.
It just makes me feel bad when I see Robert Pattinson on my wall and I have to think,
"Wait, I'm not friends with him. Oh that's just my friend Bob who think he looks like him. Bob is not nearly that attractive. I've got to avoid talking to him for the next week so he doesn't bring up his skewered self image."
My friends are beautiful, talented, and kind, if I wasn't gonna hang with you because you have a jacked up face, you'd know it by now.
Nota bene: I've been brooding on this post for a few days, and after actually writing it, I'm pretty sure if I pooped and then wiped my butt with internet toilet paper, it would look & smell just as shitty as this. Oh well.