Ok, I have apparrently been launched back into my teenaged years.
Not only do I have a silly little crush, I also have zits. THREE of them. Of course, there is a reason for them, but it doesn’t make them any more fun.
I suppose it’s fitting that I’m also going to a good ol’ pyjamma party and sleepover on Friday night. I’ll put toothpaste on the zits, and gossip about the crush.
Only this time I’m old enough to buy my own liquor – which makes everything a tad more bearable.
