Joining the legions of the old and decrepit
Guys, guys, turning twenty is a terrifying prospect. Thankfully that's not for another 365 days, so instead I remain free to live out my youthful indiscretions. Hurrah!
For my birthday next year, I would like someone to buy me a shirt from this site. Seriously, too awesome for words:
HOW COULD YOU NOT WANT THIS EMBLAZONED ACROSS YOUR CHEST
Then I would wear it whenever PMS makes me feel like a hateful heifer, because all the fond associations would automatically cheer me up. It is a cute shirt. It would be my happy shirt. I could live out my rage vicariously with this shirt!
In the meantime, you can all buy me pancakes or give me a hug, both of which are excellent gifts for any occasion. HELLO, I AM NINETEEN! How peculiar.
For my birthday next year, I would like someone to buy me a shirt from this site. Seriously, too awesome for words:
HOW COULD YOU NOT WANT THIS EMBLAZONED ACROSS YOUR CHEST
Then I would wear it whenever PMS makes me feel like a hateful heifer, because all the fond associations would automatically cheer me up. It is a cute shirt. It would be my happy shirt. I could live out my rage vicariously with this shirt!
In the meantime, you can all buy me pancakes or give me a hug, both of which are excellent gifts for any occasion. HELLO, I AM NINETEEN! How peculiar.