18 September 2012
Picture day, picture day... I hope my hair's looking okay. Line is moving, I'm up next... No one's absent, no pretext.
We're all primped up, blush and more Some girls look like little who— Oh, what's that? My stomach churns, Here we go, now it's my turn.
Sitting down, smiling wide, All lights on me, no place to hide. Spent hours in the mirror for this one moment— FLASH! I'm widely glad I waxed my mustache
Picture's taken, make a line, Waiting to see if I look fine... I slowly take the pic so it won't crinkle...
Hey, I look pretty go—
IS THAT A PIMPLE?!
Picture Day... • Opuss № I