Hell

I strolled languidly past the large mirror on the wall and from the corner of my eye, noticed my reflection in profile. It was hard to miss - I reminded me of Demi Moore, on the cover of a magazine.

You know, the one where she was naked and pregnant. Very pregnant.

Except that this picture exuded less prettiness, less glamour, and more body hair.

Oh well, I, at least, can say that this (punctuating with that Afro-American woman finger waving thing) is all natural wholesome goodness, honey.

Hallelujah!