resting bitch face strikes again
My blog could probably be renamed something along the lines of "the chronicles of resting bitch face girl." Or perhaps it could be the tagline of my blog, Sharmtoaster: life and times of resting bitch face girl.
Of course, all this could be assuaged if I just smiled at the camera. But that never seems to work out either, and I end up looking 10x more uncomfortable. So resting bitch face it is. It's the lesser of two, awkward evils.