This is my look today. I had to have a photo snapped at the local paper to accompany a brief write-up about me and my novel, and my upcoming book signing. The editor did not like my hair. Or my face. She kept trying to fluff up my fine hair. Jesus, fuck. Like, sorry I don’t have wicked thick bouncy fucking hair. (#stoptouchingme #wherehaveyourhandsbeen #iwillknockyouthefuckout) Regarding my face, specifically my mouth, she said, “It IS okay to smile.” Bitch, I smile with my eyes. Haven’t you ever seen America’s Next Top Model??? Hey, Tyra, hey, girl. Anyway, I started cheezin’ it big time because I wanted out of there, like yesterday. So what if my bunny teeth smile is crooked. She fucking asked for it.