spt: attached

ooooh, jinkies, this is up close and personal. i took it while i was walking and had no idea if any of the photos would turn out. i was looking for willow, who had snuck round the back of the house to munch in the dirt. cat poo? i hope not.

when i uploaded the shots, i noticed my attached ear lobes, a funny little bone of contention since i learned the difference between free and attached lobes in biology sophomore year. i have a little not-so-secret crush on jack from lost, but have to make the disclaimer that "i could never love a man with attached lobes". i'm a freelobe lover, you could say. just my silly little thing.

another thing i do, and i'm doing it here, is furrow my brow. like, all the time. i think it is because i have burned out my optical nerves and have to squint to see everything, even with correctionals. my dad also does it. it indicates when he's thinking. me too, maybe.

there is a weird feeling comes over me on self portrait tuesday. i call on myself to notice things about ME, but it makes me a teensy bit uncomfortable. my zen thinking hero, byron katie, says that when you feel that little nudge of discomfort in your gut it indicates an inner struggle against what is. reality is sometimes difficult for me to accept. even something little like my subtle yellowy skintone from pregnancy hormones. i forget about things like that and then when brought to my attention, i think "hey! eeewww." or "is that a freaking blackhead in my ear?!" god forbid.