ah, I can see it now. you're opening up your photos, so excited to see how your selfie came out. then the dejection on your face as you see they're blurry! Your beautiful face marred by blur!
Dismayed and desperate, you find a brutal texture to overlay your terrible mistake, hoping its cruelty will hide your incompetence. Had it not been for your carelessness and recklessness, you could have had a driver's license photo. But now all you have is the ikon of a minor saint, the Patron Saint of Flubs, perhaps, or the Patron Saint of Rainy Mondays. |