I had one mission set for today. Take a passport picture, and look half-decent in it. I even got all dolled up for it, sort of. Hell, I was even wearing lipstick. Funky stuff that.
But who am I kidding? Looking anything less than severely aggressive or stupid in pictures for official documents is just not my forte. Neither is resisting to eat that last muffin left from tea time, or “fika” as we call it in Sweden, even though I brushed my teeth five minutes ago. It was a good chocolate muffin with creamy center, just FYI. And god no, I did not eat the bottom.
In the car headed towards the passport making factory. Or something.
- luce on the loose
