Today I saw two ladies with over-stretched faces. I almost felt guilty for peeking behind their ears in search of scars, where the celebrity gossip blogosphere taught me to look for them. It's not that they looked old, just uncomfortable. Like their tongues had nowhere left to hide in their mouths. Like strangled sea bass draped in great jewelry. Like they were trapped. Right then, I prayed that my face and jawline would remain forever unstretched. May it juggle and it jaggle, onward and downward, forever.