Today I feel like this:
Does this mean I'm officially an adult?
- I saw Leonardo DiCaprio on TV the other day and quietly recognized the forgotten death of my junior high crush.
PS. I am really grossed out by seeing him now, still somehow looking like a teenager, yet with pubey facial hair. ew.
- Now a scrawny, pastey, brilliantly funny 40- (gulp, 50?) something year old causes my ovaries to quiver. Yes, yes, I'm speaking of Jon Stuart.

- Moving in with my ma for the summer no longer feels like an exciting time to mooch food and cable. Instead, it makes me feel like this guy:

- While studying for finals at the campus library, I noticed that all the other students look a good ten years younger than me. oh wait, they are! AH!

But hopefully, in a few 40 years or so, my boyfriend will look like this:

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