pinky me

I was cleaning up my drawers at work and found a couple of pictures which I have almost forgotten exist. 2003. Halloween. Thicker-than-usual eyeliner. Pale face makeup. Black lipstick. Self-drawn tire marks on cheek. Dried blood from the corner of lips (dark red lipstick can do wonders). Black outfit. Black ribbons tied around arms. Messy long hair. NICE.

A friend of mine said to me that my son would be proud of me cuz he's got a cool mom who listens to loud rock music, adores anything gothic and does crazy things. Which reminds me - that picture was taken before I was even officially married. How much have I changed since then? Looking at the picture again...I know that deep inside I am still the same old person. I may have evolved into a more mature creature now, but hell yeah, I'm still the same old me.

And for that reason, I shall not post that picture because it doesn't matter if I wear black or pink (both of which happen to be my favorite colors), no matter how many software/hardware upgrades I have gone through...I am still the same old me inside.