I’ve made it back to Connecticut.
Last weekend I was here, and made an obligatory trip to TJ Maxx with my mom. I threw down a pile of unfolded clothes at check out, and the cashier asked “now, is your dorm room this messy?”
I know people like to joke with me and say “you look like you’re 12!” But, sometimes I think these are not jokes. If I prayed, I would pray every night that I will get carded at least until I’m 35. Instead of praying, I’ve stated applying eye cream religiously.
I want to remain this youthful forever:
I was probably 8 or so. I know the goat is distracting you from my enormous first pair of glasses. My mom’s a hoarder so I am pretty sure she has those babies stashed away behind the door in her home office. I will look for them later, and hopefully I will find them and see if they still have the magical effect of making my head look smaller than the melon it is in actuality.