What was that line from Talking Heads about having so many hairstyles I don’t know what I look like? I used to be so self-conscious about my looks, how ugly I looked in photos, that a bad one could leave me depressed for days. Now I find that I just don’t care anymore. As long as I don’t frighten children and animals, and maybe even if I do, the world keeps spinning, doesn’t it? When I had a dog, it received more praise than I ever did, which was fine with me, except that one time when an attractive young woman once ran over and exclaimed that she just loved my dog’s ass.
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