I Love Myself

I am not in love with myself, most days I bypass the mirror in case it spurs me on to the shops to buy razorblades. I am not comfortable in my own skin and if God was selling knock-off copies of Angelina Jolie's face at a holy Car Boot, I'd snap up two for good measure.

However.

(There is a point here. Promise).

Now I am 29 (hey, that sounds almost cool), I have decided it is time to bury the hatchet with the lot I was given and can do nothing about - and so I have joined such greats as Rainy Pete and the all-inspiring Yummy Sushi Pajamas in the 365 project.

I say 'project' because that is what it will be to me, others may see it as something else entirely.

I see it as an opportunity to make love to the camera and develop personal respect for my ugly mug all the while coming up with all manner of creative ideas to stimulate the brain. Look, I need something on this island to do besides eat!

So here are Wondy's 365. Even more fun are Wondy's 365 - REJECTS (where I act the twat with no embarrassment, whatsoever).

Thank God I learned to work on my personality at a young age, eh?

(Somewhere in the distance a piece of tumbleweed sweeps across a dusty track...)