Me, I guess...

I hate having my picture taken, because on film I never seem to appear the way I do in my head. However, Sean managed to snap some pretty decent shots of me yesterday afternoon.

Ostensibly, these were for his optometrist, who wants pictures of people with glasses, probably for some sort of in-store advertising. I think that my inability to sit still and talk without a cigarette in my hands might have bitched up their usefulness on that front, however.

I mean, c'mon kids, say it with me: "Smoking is not cool!"