Let’s call this the making of: Seeking Love, Finding Overalls.
You know, I am also wondering why I didn’t just bite the damn bullet and wash my hair the night before my book cover shoot. This particular shoot will have arguably yielded the single most viewed/reviewed/criticized photo and simultaneously, too, the most plausible bragging right to show my distantly forthcoming child(ren) (see: I swear you little fuckers, I used to be cool) and yet, the ample allusions toward poor hygiene run amuck.
I sure hope that the words behind the cover make up for the attention-to-aesthetic-detail paucity but you’ll have to be the judge of that. Which is where this PSA comes full circle. In the second of several approaching inquiries which you can totally file under ‘badgering’ if you’d like, here I go: Hey! Have you ordered my book yet?
Don’t worry, I haven’t either. But there’s no time like the present, especially because we’re almost down to the wire.
Also, actually, that closing, “it’s going to be really funny,” as a weak sentence to try and persuade you to buy this book is open to several interpretations that will require the best of your reading acumen. So basically this book belongs to the collective us and should probably be treated as such, no?