[Los Angeles, May 12. Image via Bauer-Griffin]
Don't make fun—half of my day is spent with that face, reading or not..its automatic. (Damn genes! Damn shitty bone structure!) The other half is spent in a pout or an asinine grin.
P.S. How much would it suck to have some damn paporazzo stalking you, snapping pictures of you through the windows, bushes, across the street?