Karate Kick your Face off

And that’s pretty much all this post is about.

I have serious RBF. See below:

Also, rat-tail. 

 

This was a selfie. Obviously I hate the mirror. 

Taking engagement photos. Blurry, but it’s still clear what my face is saying.

This was a cheerful day, I promise.

 

Okay, maybe not. Too many to be a fluke.

 

Until you see me laugh, this is what you’ll most likely get from me. And you probably just think I hate you. And not just you, but everything about you. Clothes, face, voice, personality. Because that’s what my face says. And it says it hard.

 

But what lies underneath that cold, unforgiving exterior is a really funny, fun, laughter-filled, mostly cheerful person. The person that loves to laugh, and laugh loudly, is who I feel like most of the time. Even when I look like I’m about to karate kick someone’s face off, I’m usually thinking of something that made me laugh recently, or plotting how to make everyone else laugh. 

 

Which leads me to believe that if you’ve never laughed with me, then you don’t know me. All you know is that I am quiet (plotting jokes in my head), disinterested (trying to remember what was so funny the other day that made me {almost} pee my pants), and cold (people make me uncomfortable, okay?). 

 

But as you can see, parenthetically, I’m actually just trying to find a way to make you laugh and not sweat so much because I’m slightly uncomfortable. 

 

You may now officially change your mind about who you think I am. I am funny! I am nice! I love to laugh!  Here is some proof:

 

See! Laughing!

 

Smiling!

 

Chasing Geese!

 

That seems really sad that this post was just to make you think I’m not a stone cold Bey-oncé, but I guess that’s all it is. Cool.