In recent years, I've attempted to immortalize myself by taking as many awesome photogenic photos as I can. I try because I know they'll be my only evidence of my youth once the years start rushing by. Lately, I realize it hasn't been very effective because every time I look at old albums and old pictures of myself, I can't stand the way I look. Bad clothes, bad hair, bad smile, been there, done that.

Looks like inner beauty really is the only way to go.

I kid, I kid.