it takes one to know one, kid

the mirror's so brutally honest sometimes.

smarm school

"look hot and act cool, ladies."

in the looking glass

vanity'll find me a nice enemy.

because i can't remember why i hated you

i guess i've godlessly forgiven you.

not the first time

"the perfect hostess," he called her.

"formal attire," said the invitation

occasionally, she needed her friends photogenic.

i stood there in my underwear

the camera is a two-faced god.