summer is basically a collection of burning questions: it’s one am, do I go to sleep? should I work out? should I cook pizza as a snack?
pros of turning 18: can legally do the stuff i already do
cons of turning 18: no longer the dancing queen
my best friend just realized 30 minutes before her curfew that she’s an hour away from home in the most dangerous part of the city alone with the buses no longer running so she calls the police to take her home i cant stop laughing
update the cop that came to pick her up is a hot 20 year old guy thats flirting with her and now im not laughing anymore
SHE FUCKING HOOKED UP WITH THE COP
i don’t “dress to impress” i dress to depress i wanna look so good that people hate themselves
guess who has to go see an neurologist?