Pictures of Me

I love pictures of myself. When I get my photos back (or save them to my computer, because let's be real, I'm not printing a lot of photos these days), I pause just a tad longer on photos that I am in, examining myself for flaws or mentally congratulating myself on looking good. When displaying photos at the office, I carefully choose pictures that feature both myself and a friend or family member, but make sure I look good (regardless of what the other person looks like). I can't even hide my obsession. A co-worker once commented that she was confident my house was filled with pictures of just me (it has quite a few, but I swear my sister placed them).

Does this mean I am shallow, and self-obsessed? I don't even wear makeup, so frankly, I feel like that simply isn't the case (apparently in my world makeup=self-obsessed???). I solace myself with the fact that one of my friends has upwards of 500 photos she's tagged in on Facebook. Perhaps I just have good self esteem. Yes, let's leave it at that.

Leslie, playing Guitar Hero circa Dec. 2007 (demonstrating I knew how to play sometime after it appeared on pop-culture infested shows like Gossip Girl, but before your mother learned how to play).

But Where Else am I going to Say All This?

I wonder how many people have started out their first blog post with "Welcome to my blog."? When I was driving home from work and got this fab idea to write a blog, I had approximately 8 topic ideas in the space of 30 minutes. Then I became focused on picking my template, font (and layout!) and now I can't think of a single stimulating thing to say. Good thing that my readership is currently at zero.