Monday, September 04, 2006

The battery's down

Sign of a good night out: You wake up the next morning with a black eye.

Sign of a better night out: You're not exactly sure the precise moment you got it.

I've always found something strangely sexy about facial bruising. Now, I'm not talking about post-fight Rocky Balboa-ish swelling. I just mean a slight cut here or a tiny bruise there. It's kind of like a Cindy Crawford mole that someone actual earned rather than inherited. I've always wondered why MAC or someone doesn't come out with some sort of battle scar chic line.

Probably because that's incredibly creepy. Screw it. I'm wearing the Jackie O. sunglasses for the next few days.

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