Freak out moment here.
Flashback 2 days ago...when I was 27...i had TWO wrinkles on my forehead. TWO. And yes, they were there.
Last night i looked...now there's 3 on my forehead and one in my brow furrow...
That practically put me in a straightjacket last night.
It's not that I'm vain...I mean, maybe if I looked like Jessica Alba I would be...but I'm very particular about perceptions about me, and when you have wrinkles there's an automatic perception about you. I mean, when you see TONS of wrinkles, don't you think "old, frail, and possibly mentally-gone"?! I've never seen someone with loads of wrinkles who was still witty. Oh the humanity. Not cool.
Not that botox will make me SHARP still, but as long as I can be PERCEIVED as sharp, that's all i care about.
Dang dang.
side note: i'm frickin' starving.
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