odious vanity -> vain dis to you

-okay, fine... here's the terrible license picture. I WAS NOT KIDDING. laugh away. thanks for the 'fro, genetics.
also, the ties from my sweater hood are caught in my coat. disheveled frizzy granny muppet... bleah! okay then.
...I've always had fantasies of bringing, say, a feather boa and full makeup to the DMV. the photo would capture a moment of sexy, saucy hilarity. wouldn't that be fun? instead, it's reality, amplified: crusty and sweaty after sitting in the icky DMV chairs, sallow under institutional lighting, the air scented with other people's pocketed half-burns.
-later that same day, making out with Entropy: why can't THIS be my ID?

"obsessed with the infinitely large, I had allowed myself to also become obsessed with the infinitely small..."
-Eugene Ionesco