No More Pageants... I have Crow's Feet!
I only noticed the bird footprints a year ago. Now, those little feet are the first thing I see when I look in the mirror. As I am getting older, I am really perplexed about what to do. Is this the end of pageant smiling for me? No more beauty contests?
Until I can figure out what to do about it, I have immediately ordered myself to NOT do any more pageant smiling. If you click on the picture in this post, you'll see for yourself only tiny bird footprints. Not too bad wouldn't you say? But now look at my previous blogpost under this one. GASP! Do you see the size of that crows feet? See what I am talking about?! Sniff.
This is really fucking with my head. I am now contemplating always raising up my eyes when I smile (looking like a crazy person) to flatten those babies out! I see older gays do this all the time. When I ask an Elder of our people like E.Shrew, he adamantly insists that his are CHARACTER LINES but mine are undeniably CROW'S FEET! Hmfph.
Question for the day... HOW DO YOU DEAL WITH YOUR CROW'S FEET?