I used to be so pretty.

A few days ago, my landlord asked me if I was losing hair.

Today, Antonia told me that I bear a striking resemblance to a picture of Warren Zevon that was on the homepage of Yahoo! Music… “not quite so drug-addicted, but in that direction.”

I think she meant it as a compliment, but that just casts sincere doubts on her taste in men. According to Wikipedia, he was dying of cancer at the time. I don’t particularly want to look like this picture.

I’m not sure if I should run out and shave, get an immediate haircut, and new glasses, or just be depressed about the whole thing.