I miss sitting in San Francisco, drinking pink adult juice boxes (they were filled with champagne) and eating glitter cupcakes and talking about fellatio techniques and which vibrator is the best.
It was just the right balance of trashy and glamour. Turning 19, in ripped fishnets, doc martens, short skirts and fabulous eyeliner. Using a fake I.D. to drink and borrowing your cigarette to blow smoke in the face of would-be suitors. Collecting and promptly dismissing lovers and not really caring because I didn't have to be an adult until I turned 21.
Nothing much has changed except I cut my hair and I have a better concept of people now.
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