Prom, 1982. I have no idea why I look like that. Maybe it’s the haircut. How horrible is THAT? Believe it or not, there’s actually a boy standing next to me. A real date, cute, smiling, happy to be there and no relation to me! I’ve cut him out for obvious reasons. I certainly don’t want my old boyfriends finding this blog and leaving COMMENTS.
Like, “Where’s the money you owe me?” or “My mom STILL hates you.”