Bad Sean. No biscuit.

Now now. Be fair and start dumping on him when he gets back and can defend himself.

Is there anyone who looks at pictures which contain them in some small way and doesn't think about how they look in them?

Yes. I get pictures taken of me for the explicit purpose of seeing how I look in them. I hope that it will get me a job someday (very soon I hope).

Now now. Be fair and start dumping on him when he gets back and can defend himself.

Pfft. This is just the price he has to pay for having a life outside the internet.

OK, how do I get glitter out of my hair? I've washed it three times, and it's still there. (And for this, I can legitimately blame Sean, since he's the one who dropped a handful of glitter on top of my head.)

get pictures taken of me for the explicit purpose of seeing how I look in them.

But... so are you saying that you, therefore, don't think about how you look in any pictures? Or just that experience renders such inspection of pictures in which you're not the main subject uninteresting?

Is there anyone who looks at pictures which contain them in some small way and doesn't think about how they look in them?

I looked at this one and thought, "Hey, check out Steph. Hey, check out me!"

I really have no idea what I look like when I dance, so these shots are all rather fascinating.

What the hell are you all talking about? Was there some sort of get-together or something?

I look at others pictures and wonder where the hell I am.

Now now. Be fair and start dumping on him when he gets back and can defend himself.

where is the fun in that?

Pfft. This is just the price he has to pay for having a life outside the internet.

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I look at others pictures and wonder where the hell I am.

Me too. I mean, I think "why isn't this shot of Aimee?"

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Pfft. This is just the price he has to pay for having a life outside the internet.

I feel I must defend him since I gave him the phone that got him the job that gave him something of a life.

Or just that experience renders such inspection of pictures in which you're not the main subject uninteresting?

I do think about how I appear in pictures all the time. Whether or not I'm the main subject is really beside the point. I hate pictures of myself from before and even during college because I can't imagine why I kept my hair so big.

Everybody looks at themselves, not out of vanity but fascination.