The Dawning of the Age

Weirdly, I didn't used to think that this image much resembled me, but over the past few weeks and months... well, I've changed a bit, is all.

While I still doubt that I would wear a mini dress with a gaping keyhole in the cleavage area, I am far more open to the idea of a crazy big updo, dangly earrings, and amputating both of my legs just above the knee. (This last change was made palatable by a long flight on Delta, an airline that clearly assumed I'd already begun making such an adjustment.)

I do like the frog with the cigarette--I feel that this is indicative of the inexplicable draw I have for the French and compulsive smokers alike (often, these two categories overlap, as seen here). In addition, the large pitcher and sole martini speak to my deep and long-held belief that if you are going to drink alone, you may as well REALLY drink alone.

I'm not entirely sure about my ability to rest my hand on what appears to be solid area, but this anti-gravitational feat would certainly be eased by the loss of thirty pounds of leg. Then again, perhaps I am resting my hand on the blue carpet, next to my stumps. The olive branch is an obvious reference to my peace-making nature, and my inability to commit is indicated by the line up of leaves in the "outside" area. Please note also the lack of solid walls or doors of any type. No obstacles in the way of my points of egress!

The only thing I find truly unsettling in this picture is the fact that I am about to be nailed by a giant fly swatter. I do, however, appear to be handling my impending doom in a way that is almost eerily well-adjusted. (Don't be fooled people, I'm oblivious to my fate!)