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No, but seriously, what's wrong?
Errr, is there something wrong? Nope. Nothing wrong. This is just how my face looks.
No, seriously, nothing. Not a single thing.
Nope, it's just my face.
NO.
Thank you for the advice. I do try to smile as much as humanly possible, it's just I have to constantly remember to do it because my facial muscles are useless.
...
This is just not OK. You've now made me perpetually fearful of ever meeting anyone new because I'll have to overcompensate and be mega-smiley and happy which I'm then worried will come across as insincere. It's also exhausting.
You've basically just made me about a thousand times more insecure and paranoid about my chronic bitchy resting face than I already was.
OH, WELL THANKS.
Just because my face looks serious, doesn't mean I'm devoid of any sense of humour.
Let's just assume that from now until forever, unless I tell you otherwise, I am fine.
Please, please stop asking.
Inside I'm excited! My face just doesn't really let me convey it!
I'm actually perfectly happy here at this social gathering — in fact, I was feeling fucking fabulous.
Yep, I know.
I am happy.
BUT I'M NOT UPSET. IT'S JUST MY FACE.
Nope, you can't, because at the risk of sounding like Ross from Friends, I'M FINE.
Nope, wasn't at all pissed off. Am now though.
Just...no.