...after I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror the other day and managed to freak myself out with my own face.
So today, I thought I'd try walking around with a big shit-eating grin.
Lasted until I got to the station. And for 3 minutes a little while ago. It's really hard.
I might give it a shot on my way home, but only if I see some models or Carol Vorderman or something. I haven't got time to waste grins on people who don't conform to society's vision of physical beauty. I'm just not that guy.