― Sean, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
A little less tummy, please. Franks.
― Ned Raggett, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Nitsuh, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Richard Tunnicliffe, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Kodanshi, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― mark s, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― stevo, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― David Raposa, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ally, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Maria, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Arthur, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Nicole, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
What can I say? Prurient interest and all.
I was going to rant about wanting to be more intelligent and articulate and musical and less lazy, all under the umbrella of "being smarter", but then I read the "physical attributes" bit of the question, so I'm going for all-out vanity and losing the two BLOODY stone I've put on in the past three years (hopefully that'd thin my pudgy face out a bit too). Except I was ugly three years ago, so I suppose that wouldn't help that much, but the extra weight is really annoying me.
Back then I would've gone for being taller and changing my hair colour. These don't really bother me now (at least growing my hair makes me less androgynous, and male androgyny may be cool but female androgyny just isn't, or it wasn't for me, anyway). I mean, being short and plump I do look out of proportion, and I hate the feeling that I just look too short to be a real adult human and that sensation I get while walking across open spaces that my eyes and brain are just way closer to the ground than they should be, but I don't think it's the main issue any more. I guess I have so many problems with how I look that there is no one main thing. On the other hand, four years ago I thought that my looks were my main problem and that I was at least halfway intelligent, whereas now I'm pretty laidback about how I look, I'm far more annoyed by the fact that I'm just not clever or determined or talented enough to get anything useful or interesting done.
Ack. Angst overload. I'm sorry.
― Rebecca, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― anthony, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― bnw, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― di, Saturday, 22 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― chasimino, Saturday, 22 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Geoff, Saturday, 22 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― phil two, Saturday, 22 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tabs, Saturday, 22 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― DG, Saturday, 22 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Saturday, 22 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
(Totally the scariest moment in Alien Resurrection = dan hedaya's shoulder hair: am i right or am i right?)
― mark s, Saturday, 22 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Actually I can be an arrogant bastard.
― Ronan, Saturday, 22 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― jel, Saturday, 22 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I cuddle this feeling of love unto my bosom. *makes Neanderthal noises*
― Tom, Sunday, 23 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)