I Hate You And I Hate Your Ass Face
I don’t like any pictures of myself.
But I really like how my face looks after I’ve finished a run.
I wished I had the camera today so you could see what I mean.
But Adrian took it with him to Singapore.
Not that it matters. I take terrible pictures. In both senses.
So on this you must trust: I am very foxy when I’m sweaty and pink-cheeked.
Not that you’ll ever know.
I know, though.
Which is all that matters.