Apparently I'm a "serious" person, as my dear mother recently informed me.
it's true that you will hardly ever hear me squealing in that high-pitched fashion:
OHMYGOSHIT'SBEENSOLONGHOWAREYOUAHHHHH!!!!! hug attack. giggle. jump.giggle.
& I will never dumb myself down for a boy.
(thanks to the advice of Z, however, I do try to refrain from 4-syllable words on the first few dates)
so sometimes I need to lighten up.
occasionally I do so by looking at this flattering picture of me.
Taken after my wisdom teeth ordeal (read: impacted to the point of needing to drill into my jawbone) when I was 16.
Remind me why I don't have a boyfriend?
oh, and this is totally going viral,
but, after stumbling across it at 2am and having a melt down of my own,
I HAD to share it
have a wonderfully lighthearted day.