Enough Self-Pity Already!!!

This pity party is more than old. I had to do something to break the spell, so I bought the Mr. and Mrs. Smith soundtrack (mainly for one song, but it grows on you) then painted my face again and took more photos. I'm happy I did -- I think maybe my double chin is a little smaller. Maybe this damn diet is working.

And look at these photos!! Can I really be thirty-five??? Didn't I just yesterday break up with Greg because we were boring each other to death? How did I loose ten years so quickly? How did someone this vibrant get so stuck-in-the-mud? How did this hot redhead become a woman afraid she's forgotten how to kiss? And how, please, do I regain my mojo?